GETTING OLD

RECENTLY DIVORCED,

I MOVED BACK TO MY HOME TOWN

HOPING TO START OVER AGAIN.

A FEW WEEKS LATER,

WHILE MAKING A DENTIST APPOINTMENT,

I WAS SURPRISED TO SEE I RECOGNIZED

THE DENTIST’S NAME AS A GOOD LOOKING

BOY FROM MY HIGH SCHOOL 20 YEARS AGO.

HOWEVER, UPON WALKING INTO

THE DENTIST’S OFFICE,

I QUICKLY REALIZED HE MUST

BE SOMEONE ELSE.

HE WAS BALD,

HAD A BIG BEER BELLY

AND LOOKED A LOT OLDER THAN ME.

JUST TO BE SURE THOUGH,

ON MY WAY OUT I ASKED HIM

IF HE WENT TO THE HIGH SCHOOL

THAT I HAD ATTENDED.

“YEAH”, HE RESPONDED,

“I GRADUATED IN 91.”

“OH MY GOSH”,

I EXCITEDLY SAID

“YOU WERE IN MY CLASS.”

“REALLY”,

HE SAID THAT’S INTERESTING,

“WHAT CLASS DID YOU TEACH?”