Thursday, March 29, 2018

LOOKING OLD

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 50-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, OVER-WEIGHT, 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 1965 ... 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,  
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WHAT DID YOU TEACH? 
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