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HAVE YOU EVER BEEN GUILTY OF LOOKING AT OTHERS YOUR OWN AGE AND THINKING, SURELY "I" CAN'T LOOK THAT OLD.

MY NAME IS ALICE, 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 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, 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 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...
THAT UGLY,
OLD,
BALD,
WRINKLED FACED,
GRAY-HAIRED,
DECREPIT,
CREEP
ASKED:
'WHAT DID YOU TEACH?



Happy Friday, friends. For more funnies, go to Kim's at Homesteader's Heart!

Comments

  1. http://bitsandpieces-sonja.blogspot.com/August 19, 2011 at 8:00 AM

    Cracks me up!!

    Yep, I always think the OTHER ones look so old, which is EXACTLY what they are thinking of me!!

    xo

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  2. RCUBEsAugust 19, 2011 at 8:26 AM

    I know where to go if I need to laugh. This was good! Laughing that my teeth almost fell out. (Oooopppss)...

    I don't ask people about their ages. I'm afraid they'd guess mine and give me a much higher number. It's sad they don't see my heart. Only the outside. HEHEHE...Love and blessings to you sister.

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  3. NancyAugust 19, 2011 at 8:55 AM

    Too funny......Sometimes I look in the mirror and say who is that woman?

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  4. AnonymousAugust 19, 2011 at 10:03 AM

    Yes. I can relate. Sometimes I'll see a picture of someone in the paper, and think - boy they must have had a hard life - look how old they look. And then read that they are my age.
    Or see a picture of me and think it looks much older than I really look!

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  5. Kim @ Homesteader's HeartAugust 19, 2011 at 11:16 AM

    Oh that's funny! Ha! ha! Ha!
    The older I get the worse I get at determining age. Cause I always think that I can't look as old as someone who's as old as me. *sigh*

    Have a great weekend.
    Kim

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  6. VilisiAugust 20, 2011 at 11:37 PM

    LOL !!! The ending took me by surprise, ha ha ha....love it!

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