HAVE YOU EVER BEEN GUILTY OF LOOKING AT OTHERS YOUR AGE AND THINKING, "SURELY I CAN'T LOOK THAT OLD"?

WELL, YOU'RE GONNA LOVE THIS ONE!
 
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 EXTREMELY ATHLETIC BOY WITH THE SAME NAME HAD BEEN IN MY HIGH SCHOOL CLASS SOME 40-ODD YEARS AGO.

COULD HE, BY SOME MIRACLE, BE THE SAME GUY THAT I HAD A SECRET CRUSH ON, WAY BACK THEN?

UPON SEEING HIM IN PERSON FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME 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 IN ARLINGTON.

"YES. YES, I DID. I HAD A BRIGHT RED MUSTANG FASTBACK," HE GLEAMED WITH OBVIOUS PRIDE.

"WHEN DID YOU GRADUATE?" I ASKED.HE ANSWERED, "IN 1969; WHY DO YOU ASK?" "OH, MY GOD! YOU WERE IN MY CLASS!" I EXCLAIMED. HE LOOKED AT ME CLOSELY.

THEN, THAT UGLY, OLD, WRINKLED, NO-HAIR SON-OF-A-BITCH ASKED, "WHAT DID YOU TEACH?"