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 40-odd years ago.
Could he be the same guy that I knew, way back then? Upon seeing him, however, I quickly discarded any such thought.
This bald, gray-haired man with the deeply lined face was way too old to have been my classmate. However, 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 1969. Why do you ask?"
"You were in my class!", I exclaimed.
He looked at me closely.
Then, that ugly, old, bald, wrinkled, fat ass, gray-haired, decrepit son-of-a-bitch asked, "What did you teach ???"
