Have you ever been guilty of looking at others your own age and thinking, surely I can’t look that old
If so. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . you’ll love this one:
My name is Alice Smith and I was sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist. I noticed his dental school 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 Fairview High School.
"Yes. Yes, I did. I’m a bulldog, " 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 ass,
grey-haired,
decrepit
son-of-a-bitch asked,
"What did you teach???"