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Anonymous
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Have you been guilty of looking at others your own age and thinking,
"Surely I can't look that old?"
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 who had been in my
high
school class some 40 odd years ago.
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 Lawton
Senior
High School.
"Yes. Yes, I did. I'm a Wolverine." he gleamed with pride.
"When did you graduate?" I asked.
He answered, "In 1961. Why do you ask?"
"You were in my class!" I exclaimed.
He looked at me closely. Then, that ugly, old, wrinkled son-of-a-bitch
asked "What did you teach?
"Surely I can't look that old?"
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 who had been in my
high
school class some 40 odd years ago.
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 Lawton
Senior
High School.
"Yes. Yes, I did. I'm a Wolverine." he gleamed with pride.
"When did you graduate?" I asked.
He answered, "In 1961. Why do you ask?"
"You were in my class!" I exclaimed.
He looked at me closely. Then, that ugly, old, wrinkled son-of-a-bitch
asked "What did you teach?
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