HAVE YOU EVER BEEN GUILTY OF LOOKING AT OTHERS YOUR
OWN AGE AND THINKING, SURELY I CAN'T LOOK THAT OLD?
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
FAIRVIEW HIGH SCHOOL.
"YES. YES, I DID. I'M A BULLDOG," HE GLEAMED WITH
PRIDE.
"WHEN DID YOU GRADUATE?" I ASKED.
HE ANSWERED , "IN 1966. 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- *&^% ASKED ME...
" SO, WHAT DID YOU TEACH ?"