MONDAY MORNING CHUCKLE

MY NAME IS ALICE SMITH AND 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 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,





FAT A*S,





GRAY HAIRED,





DECREPIT,





SON OF A BITCH ASKED....





'WHAT DID YOU TEACH???

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