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 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.
After he examined my teeth, I asked him if he had attended Melbourne High School. Yes. Yes, I did. I'm a bulldog, 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-bottomed, gray-haired, decrepit son-of-a gun asked, WHAT DID YOU TEACH???