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”?🙆🙆