(…indicated here on Facebook…)
Let’s just acknowledge this little tidbit of wisdom (sent to me from a co-worker) and move on, shall we?
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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! Why, 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 excitedly.
He looked at me closely.
And then, that
“What class did you teach???”