Good One

My name is alice smith and 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 had been in my high school class some 30-odd years ago.

Could he be the same guy that i had a secret crush on, wayback then? Upon seeing him, however, i quickly discarded any such thought.

This balding, grey-haired man with the deeply lined face was way too old tohave been my classmate. after he examined my teeth, i asked him if he hadattended morgan park high school'

Yes. yes, i did. i'm a mustang,' he gleamed with pride.

'When did you graduate?' i asked.He answered , 'in 1975. why do you ask?'

'You were in my class!', i exclaimed.

He looked at me closely. Then, ,grey-haired, decrepit son-of-a-bitch asked:'

'What did you teach ???.'