Reunions

This one came in from Aunt Johnnie & I almost spit out my gum! 

COULD IT BE POSSIBLE?? 

MY NAME IS PAULINE, 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 30+ 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, BALDING, WRINKLED FACED, FAT-A**ED,  GRAY-HAIRED, DECREPIT @#$ ASKED: "WHAT DID YOU TEACH?"

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(I'm STILL laughing! Boy, we all really are so vain & critical, ay?)