I was sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist. I noticed his diploma, 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 1965. Why do you ask?" "You were in my class!" I exclaimed.
He looked at me closely. Then, that ugly, old, bald, wrinkled, fat a$$, gray-haired, decrepit sob asked, "What did you teach?"
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