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 a tall, handsome, dark-haired boy with the same name had been in my high school class some 30-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 Horace Mann school.
“Yes. yes, I did. I’m a horseman”, he gleamed with pride.
“When did you graduate?”, I asked.
He answered, “In 1963. 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, son-of-a-bitch asked, “What did you teach? “
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Topic: School Dayz (Read 889 times)