LAUGH

Have you ever been guilty of looking at others your own age and thinking, “surely, I can’t look that old?”

Well, 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, bald, wrinkled, fat, gray-haired, decrepit old man asked: “What did you teach?”