Subdeacon Joe Posted May 25, 2011 Posted May 25, 2011 My name is Alice, 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 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 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, bald, wrinkled faced, lard-butted, gray-haired, decrepit son-of-a-sea cook asked, “What did you teach???”
Capt. James H. Callahan Posted May 26, 2011 Posted May 26, 2011 Guess maybe it beats the alternative. "Everbody wanna go to Heaven, but nobody wanna go NOW." Kenny Chesney JHC
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