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 DENTAL DIPLOMA ON THE WALL. IT BORE HIS FULL NAME.
SUDDENLY I REMEMBERED. IT ALL CAME FLOODING BACK. 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 ALL THOSE YEARS AGO?
UPON SEEING HIM, HOWEVER, I QUICKLY DISCARDED ANY SUCH THOUGHT. THIS BALDING, GREY-HAIRED MAN WITH THE DEEPLY-LINED FACE WAS FAR TOO OLD TO HAVE BEEN MY CLASSMATE.
AFTER HE FINISHED EXAMINING MY TEETH, I WAS UNABLE TO STOP MYSELF FROM ASKING HIM IF HE HAD ATTENDED MILES MAC HIGH SCHOOL .
"YES, YES I DID. I'M A BUCKEYE," HE BEAMED WITH PRIDE.
'WHEN DID YOU LEAVE TO GO TO UNIVERSITY?' I ASKED
HE ANSWERED, "IN 1974. WHY DO YOU ASK?"
'YOU WERE IN MY CLASS!' I EXCLAIMED.
HE LOOKED AT ME CLOSELY.
THEN, THAT
UGLY,
OLD,
BALD,
FAT-ARSED,
GREY-HAIRED,
DECREPIT,
WRINKLED,
BASTARD ASKED....
"WHAT DID YOU TEACH?!!"