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Last Updated: Jan 28th, 2012 - 16:30:36 |
My name is alice , and I was sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist. I noticed his 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 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 1975.. Why do you ask? '
You were in my class! ' , I exclaimed.
He looked at me closely.
Then, that ugly, old, bald, wrinkled faced, fat-assed, gray-haired, decrepit son-of-a-bitch asked,
'What did you teach???
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