Have you ever been guilty of looking at others your own age and thinking, surely I can't look that old?





My name is Alice , and I was sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist.



I noticed his 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 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 butted, gray-haired, decrepit, jerk asked me, 'What did you teach'?























