Ole Timer

MY NAME IS xxxxxx

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 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.

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, BALD, WRINKLED, FAT, GRAY, DECREPIT
SON-OF-A-@%$%^^ ASKED,

wait.... wait...... wait....... wait.......

 

"WHAT DID YOU TEACH?"