Classmate

I Was Sitting In The Waiting Room For My First Appointment With A New Dentist & Noticed His Dds Diploma, Which Bore His Full Name. Suddenly, I Remembered A Tall, Handsome, Dark-haired Boy With The Same Name That 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 1967. 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?"

LMAO, Mawk. I probably would have answered "Physical Education". Those guys were practically invisible at our school.