“I was sitting in the waiting room, for my first
appointment with my new dentist. I noticed his diploma on the wall, which
showed his full name. Suddenly, I remembered a tall, handsome boy who'd been
in my high school class some 40 years ago. I thought, ‘Could this be the same
guy a had a crush on way back then?’ Upon seeing him, however, I quickly
discarded any such thought. The balding, gray-haired man with a deeply lined
face was way too old to have been my classmate. After he examined my teeth, I
asked if he attended my high school. ‘Yes, I did,’ he beamed with pride. ‘When
did you graduate?’ I asked. He answered, ‘1959, why do you ask?’ ‘You were in
my class!' I exclaimed. He looked at me closely. Then, that ugly, bald,
wrinkled, fat, gray, decrepit old son-of-a-gun asked, ‘What class did you
teach?’” – Source Unknown
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