My high school class
Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 9:31 pm
You were in my Class in High School
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 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 Southside High School .
"Yes. Yes, I did. I'm a Green Hornet," he gleamed with pride.
"When did you graduate?" I asked.
He answered, "In 1962. 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???"
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 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 Southside High School .
"Yes. Yes, I did. I'm a Green Hornet," he gleamed with pride.
"When did you graduate?" I asked.
He answered, "In 1962. 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???"
