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, 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'm a Mustang," he gleamed with
pride.

"When did you graduate?" I asked.

He answered, "In 1959. Why do you ask?"

"You were in my class!" I exclaimed.

He looked at
me closely.

Then, that ugly, old, wrinkled SOB
asked, "What did you teach?"