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Written by Susan Grayson-Johnson   
Tuesday, 27 July 2010 13:54

 

 

MY NAME IS JENNI AND I WAS SITTING IN THE WAITING ROOM FOR MY  FIRST APPOINTMENT WITH A NEW DENTIST.
I NOTICED HIS DDS DIPLOMA ON THE WALL, WHICH BORE HIS FULL NAME.
SUDDENLY, I REMEMBERED A TALL, HANDSOME, DARK-HAIRED BOY WITH THE  SAME NAME HAD BEEN IN MY HIGH SCHOOL CLASS MANY, MANY 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.

AFTER HE EXAMINED MY TEETH, I ASKED HIM IF HE HAD ATTENDED ST. MARY'S HIGH SCHOOL IN CAMBRIDGE, MA. 'YES. YES, I DID. I'M A SPARTAN,' HE GLEAMED WITH PRIDE.
WHEN DID YOU GRADUATE?'  I ASKED.
HE ANSWERED, 'IN 1964. WHY DO YOU ASK?'

YOU WERE IN MY CLASS!',  I EXCLAIMED!

HE LOOKED AT ME CLOSELY.

THEN, THAT UGLY,

OLD,

BALD,

WRINKLED FACED,

FAT-ASSED,

GRAY-HAIRED,

DECREPIT

SON-OF-A-BITCH

ASKED,


"WHAT DID YOU TEACH?"