Ageing

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

WELL . . .
YOU'LL LOVE THIS ONE.

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,

FAT-ASSED,

GRAY-HAIRED,

DECREPIT

SON-OF-A-BITCH

ASKED,

'WHAT DID YOU TEACH??