I Don't Look That Old.

I was itting in the waiting room for a new dentist. Looking around, I noticed his DDS plaque on the wall. It had his name and I remembered a tall, good looking guy with the same name in my high school class 40 something years ago. He and I used to date some of the same girls. Could this be the same guy from way back then?

As soon as I saw him I new this was not the same guy. He was bald and too wrinkled to have been my classmate. Or could he?

After he examined my teeth, I asked him if he attended Adams High School.

"Yes, I did. I'm an Eagle." he said very proudly.

"When did you graduate?" I asked.

He answered, "In 1962, why do you ask?"

"You were in my class!" I exclaimed.

He looked at me closely. Then that old,

ugly,

wrinkled

son-of-a-bitch asked,

"What did you teach?"