Have you ever been guilty of looking at others your own age and thinking, surely I can’t look that old? Well ………..
I was sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist. I noticed his Dental Diploma which bore his full name.
Suddenly I remembered a tall, handsome, dark haired boy with the same name had been in my secondary school class some 30-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, grey haired man with the deeply lined face was far too old to have been my classmate.
After he examined my teeth, I asked him if he had attended Morgan Park Secondary School.
‘Yes, yes I did. I’m a Morganner!’ he beamed with pride.
‘When did you leave to go to college? I asked.
He answered ‘In 1965. Why do you ask?’
‘You were in my class’ I exclaimed.
He looked at me closely – then the ugly, old, bald, wrinkled, fat arsed, grey haired, decrepit, bastard asked ‘What subject did you teach?’
Credit: Thanks Pamela