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.
Euddenly, 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, he asked,
'What did you teach ???
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edited 07/14/09 08:35am by an administrator/moderator *
a Post Employment Recreation and Leisure Specialist that believes "The best part of doing nothing is resting up afterwards!".
Good one, but I thought it was going to go another direction. See, the dentist was a young handsome guy, but he was the son/grandson of the person she was thinking of....
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