A good friend of mine e-mailed me this. I changed the school, year and the denture part and sent it on to my aunt in New Jersey. She's got a really good sense of humor. I think you'll enjoy it.
Have you ever been guilty of looking at others your own age and thinking, surely I can't look that old?
Well, you'll love this one!
I was sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with my new dentist. My dentures needed some adjusting. 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 46 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, gray-haired man with the deeply lined face was way too old to have been my classmate. Hmm... or could he???
After he examined my dentures, I asked him if he had attended Hunterdon Central High School. "Yes. Yes, I did. I'm a Red Devil," he gleamed with pride.
"When did you graduate?" I asked.
He answered, "In 1960. Why do you ask?"
"You were in my class!" I exclaimed. He looked at me closely.
Then, that ugly, old son-of-a-b*tch asked, "What did you teach?"