The dentist visit

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!

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.

Hmmm… Or could he?

After he examined my teeth, I asked him if he had attended Morgan Park High School.”

“Yes.  Yes, I did.  I had a mustang,” he gleamed with pride.

“When did you graduate?” I asked.

He answered, “In 1965.  Why do you ask?”

“You were in my class!” I exclaimed.

He looked at me closely.

Then, that ugly, old, wrinkled son-of-a-bitch asked, “What did you teach?”