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 1965. 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?"