As told by Alice Smith -
I was in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist when I noticed his DDS diploma, which bore his full name. I suddenly remembered a tall, handsome, dark-haired boy with the same name from my high school class some 30-odd years ago. A thought crossed my mind that perhaps he could be the same guy I had a secret crush on way back then.
But on seeing the dentist, I quickly discarded any such thought. The balding, grey-haired man with the deeply lined face was way too old to have been my classmate. Even then, after my examination, I asked him if he had attended Morgan high school.
"Yes, yes, I am Mustang," he gleamed happily.
"When did you graduate?" I asked.
"1975. Why do you ask?" he answered.
"You were in my class!" I exclaimed.
He looked at me closely, then that
UGLY,
OLD,
BALD,
WRINKLED,
FAT ASSED,
GREY-HAIRED,
DECREPIT,
SON-OF-A-BITCH ASKED,
"What did you teach?"
