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.

My name is Alice, and i was sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist.

I noticed his dds diploma on the wall, 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 30-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 1975. Why do you ask?"

"You were in my class!", i exclaimed.

He looked at me closely.

Then, that ugly,

Old,

Bald,

Wrinkled faced,

Gray-haired,

Decrepit,

Old Man

Asked,

"What did you teach?"