Friday, July 31, 2009

One Day At The Dentist Office

The lady's story goes something like this...

I was sitting in the waiting room for my appointment with a new dentist. I noticed his DDS name tag, 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. Hmmm. . .or could he???

After he examined my teeth, I asked him if he had attended Centralia High School.

"Yes. Yes, I did. I'm a Tiger. SWAMP SWAMPTOWN!" he gleamed with pride.

"When did you graduate?" I asked. He answered, "In 1978. Why do you ask?"

"You were in my class!" I exclaimed. He looked at me closely.

Then, that ugly, old, wrinkled son-of-a-blanket asked, "What did you teach?"

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