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. Please read to the end:

My name is Rita. I was sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist.

I noticed his DDS degree on the wall, which bore his full name.

Suddenly, I remembered a tall , handsome boy with the same name had been in my high school class some 29-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 my Federal Government College.

“Yes, yes, I did.’ He gleamed with pride.

“When did you graduate?” I asked.

He answered, “In 1988. Why do you ask?”

“You were in my class!!!!”, I exclaimed.

He looked at me closely.

Then the ugly, old, bald, wrinkled faced,
gray-haired, pot-bellied, decrepit,
idiot dentist asked me:

“What subject did you teach me, Ma”?🙆🙆