I was sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist. I noticed his diploma hanging on the wall which had his full name on it.

Suddenly I remembered a tall, handsome, dark haired boy with that same name that had been in my high school class some 30 odd years ago. Could that be the same guy that I had a crush on all those years ago?!

Upon seeing him, however, I quickly discarded the notion. He was balding, had grey hair with a deeply lined face and 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.

“Why yes!” he exclaimed. “I’m a mustang!” he gleamed with pride at that statement.

“When did you graduate?” I asked.

“In 1975,” he answered. “Why do you ask?”

“You were in my class!” I exclaimed.

He looked at me closely.

Then that OLD, UGLY, BALDING, WRINKLED, FAT ASS, GREY HAIRED, DECREPIT, SON OF A BITCH asked me:

“What did you teach?”