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Added on: 2nd Jul 2013

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 , AND I WAS SITTING IN THE WAITING ROOM FOR MY FIRST APPOINTMENT WITH A NEW DENTIST.


 


I NOTICED HIS DDS DIPLOMA ON THE WALL, 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 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, THAT UGLY,


 


OLD,


 


BALD,


 


WRINKLED FACED,


 


FAT-ASSED,


 


GRAY-HAIRED,


 


DECREPIT


 


SON-OF-A-BITCH


 


ASKED,


 



'WHAT DID YOU TEACH??

 


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