Many of us are guilty of looking at others our own age and thinking,
"Surely, I can't be that old". If you've ever done this, then you'll
appreciate the following.

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, grey-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.

"In 1965," he replied. "Why do you ask?"

"You were in my class!" I exclaimed.

He looked at me closely ... and then that ugly, old, bald, wrinkled, fat
ass, grey-haired decrepit son-of-a-b**** asked, "What did you teach?"