High school reunion

High school reunion

If you have you ever been guilty of looking at some­one your own age and thinking, "Surely I can’t look that old?" You will love this one.
 
My name is Alice Smith and I was sitting in the waiting room for my First appointment with a new dentist. I noticed his diploma, which showed his full name.
 
Suddenly, 1 remem­bered a tall, handsome, dark-haired boy with the same name who had been in my high school class some 40-odd years ago. Could this 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, grey-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 beamed with pride.
 
"When did you grad­uate?" I asked.
 
He answered, "In 1959. Why do you ask?"
 
"You were in my class!" 1 exclaimed.
 
He looked at me closely. Then, that ugly, old, bald wrinkled, fat, grey, decrepit son-of-a-gun asked, "What did you teach?"