>
>  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,
>
>  fat-assed,
>
>  gray-haired,
>
>  decrepit
>
>  son-of-a-bitch
>
>  asked,
>
>
>  "What did you teach???"