Matter of Age

I was sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist. I noticed his dental diploma, which bore his full name. Suddenly, I remembered a tall, handsome, dark haired boy with the same name had been in my secondary school class some 40-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, grey haired man with the deeply lined face was far too old to have been my classmate.
After he examined my teeth, I asked him if he had attended Morgan Park Secondary School.
“Yes, yes I did. I’m a Morganner!” he beamed with pride.
“When did you leave to graduate?” I asked
He answered, “In 1975. Why do you ask?”
“You were in my class!” I exclaimed.
He looked at me closely as if examining me and then the ugly, old, bald, wrinkled, fat arsed, grey haired, decrepit bastard asked “Oh yeah? What subject did you teach?”


  1. This is a great one!!! And so true – wjat we see in the mirror is seldom what others see.

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    • Loved this one

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  2. The sad thing is that they sometimes see something much better than what is really there!

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    • Oftentimes I’m not the kind, loving person they see!

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