And some...age..Read it too good.

 HAVE YOU EVER BEEN GUILTY OF LOOKING AT OTHERS YOUR OWN AGE AND
 THINKING, 'SURELY I CAN'T LOOK THAT OLD?' WELL THEN, YOU MIGHT ENJOY
 THIS.
 
 MY NAME IS ALICE SANTER, AND I WAS SITTING IN THE WAITING ROOM FOR MY
 FIRST APPOINTMENT WITH A NEW DENTIST.
 
 I NOTICED HIS DDS DIPLOMA, WHICH BORE HIS FULL NAME.
 
 SUDDENLY, I REMEMBERED A TALL, HANDSOME, DARK-HAIRED BOY WITH THE SAME
 NAME THAT HAD BEEN IN MY HIGH 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, GRAY-HAIRED MAN WITH THE DEEPLY LINED FACE WAS WAY TOO OLD TO
 HAVE BEEN MY CLASSMATE.
 
 BUT 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 1959. WHY DO YOU ASK?'
 'YOU WERE IN MY CLASS!', I EXCLAIMED.
 
 HE LOOKED AT ME CLOSELY. THEN, THAT UGLY, OLD, BALD, WRINKLED, FAT ASS,
 GRAY-HAIRED, DECREPIT SON-OF-A-BITCH ASKED ME, 'WHAT DID YOU TEACH?'