Speaking of Re-unions...

My name is Alice Smith and 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, who 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 asnwered, "In 1965, Why do you ask?"

"You were in my class!", I exclaimed.

He looked at me closely.

Then, that ugly, old, bald, wrinkled, fat ass, gray-haired, decrepit Son-of-a Bitch asked, "What did you teach?"