HAVE YOU EVER BEEN GUILTY OF LOOKING AT OTHERS YOUR OWN AGE AND THINKING, 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 DDS 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 20-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.  

HE EXAMINED MY TEETH, I ASKED HIM IF HE HAD ATTENDED MESQUITE HIGH SCHOOL .                    

"YES. YES, I DID. I'M A SKEETER,  " HE GLEAMED WITH PRIDE.                    

"WHEN DID YOU GRADUATE?" I ASKED.

HE ANSWERED,    "IN 1983. WHY DO YOU ASK?"   

"YOU WERE IN MY CLASS!", I EXCLAIMED.               

HE LOOKED AT ME CLOSELY. 

THEN, THAT UGLY, OLD, BALD, WRINKLED, GRAY-HAIRED,   DECREPIT JERK ASKED,

"WHAT DID YOU TEACH ???"