Class IV Beverage Alert for this one, folks:

Think you’re looking good? 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.

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,

gray-haired,

decrepit

son-of-a-bitch asked,

‘What did you teach???’