At The Dentist Office....
I was sitting in the waiting room for my appointment with a new dentist. I noticed his DDS name tag, 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 Shortridge High School.
"Yes. Yes, I did. I'm a Blue Devil," he gleamed with pride.
"When did you graduate?" I asked. He answered, "In 1962. Why do you ask?"
"You were in my class!" I exclaimed. He looked at me closely.
Then that ugly, old, wrinkled sumbitch asked, "What did you teach?"