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 story about a girl named Alice. Here’s her story…
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 a 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 closely. Then, that ugly, old, bald, wrinkled faced, fat-assed, gray-haired, decrepit, S.O.B. asked, “What did you teach??”