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Saturday, September 10, 2011

Classmate?


HAVE YOU EVER BEEN  GUILTY OF LOOKING AT OTHERS YOUR OWN AGE AND THINKING,  SURELY I CAN'T LOOK THAT OLD.

WELL . . . YOU'LL LOVE THIS ONE.

MY NAME IS ALICE , AND I WAS SITTING IN THE WAITING ROOM FOR MY FIRST APPOINTMENT WITH A NEW
DENTIST.

I NOTICED HIS DDS DIPLOMA ON THE WALL, WHICH BORE HIS FULL NAME SUDDENLY, I REMEMBERED                        TALL, HANDSOME, DARK-HAIRED BOY WITH THE SAME NAME HAD BEEN IN MY HIGH SCHOOL CLASS SOME 40-ODD YEARS AGO.

COULD HE BE THE SAME GUY THAT I HAD A SECRET CRUSH ON, WAY BACK THEN?

UPON SEEING HIM, HOWEVER, I                          QUICKLY DISCARDED ANY SUCH THOUGHT.

THIS BALDING, GRAY-HAIRED MAN WITH THE DEEPLY LINED FACE WAS WAY TOO OLD TO HAVE BEEN MY CLASSMATE.

 
AFTER HE EXAMINED MY TEETH, I ASKED HIM IF HE HAD ATTENDED MORGAN PARK HIGH SCHOOL .

'YES. YES, I DID.. I'M A MUSTANG,' HE GLEAMED WITH PRIDE.

 
WHEN DID YOU GRADUATE?' I ASKED.

 
HE ANSWERED, 'IN 1975. WHY DO YOU ASK?'

 
YOU WERE IN MY CLASS!', I EXCLAIMED.

HE LOOKED AT ME CLOSLY    

THEN, THAT UGLY, OLD,
BALD, WRINKLED FACED,       
FAT-ASSED,
GRAY-HAIRED, DECREPIT
SON-OF-A-BITCH ASKED,
'WHAT DID YOU TEACH?????