My name is Mary. I was sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist, when I noticed his
DDS diploma on the wall, which bore his full name. Suddenly I remembered that a tall, handsome, dark-haired boy with the same name had been in my high school class some thirty odd years ago. Could he be the same guy that I had a 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 Morgan Park High School. 'Yes. Yes, I did. I'm a Mustang,' he gleamed with pride.
'When did you graduate?' I asked.
He answered, 'in 1975. Why do you ask?'
'You were in my class!', I exclaimed.
He looked at me closely. Then, that ugly, balding, wrinkled-faced, fat, grey-haired, decrepit, miserable, old man asked...
"What did you teach?"
