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 ORHS.  'YES. YES, I DID. I WAS CAPTAIN OF THE FOOTBALL TEAM,' HE GLEAMED WITH PRIDE.  WHEN DID YOU GRADUATE?' I ASKED.    HE ANSWERED, 'IN 1967. 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 SAID TO ME == "REALlY, WHAT DID YOU TEACH???