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 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 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 1959.  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?