Have you ever been guilty of looking
at someone your own age and thinking, surely I can't look
that old. Well,...you'll love this one.



My name is Alice Smith and I was sitting in the waiting
room for my first appointment with a new dentist. I noticed his DDS
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 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 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, fat assed,
gray-haired, decrepit, son-of-a-bitch asked,



'What did you teach???'

Because I graduated from high school in 1975, I see the joke in the story but not the humor.