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 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???”