Alice was sitting in the waiting room for her first appointment with a new dentist.
Looking around the waiting room, she noticed his DDS Diploma, and on it, his full name. She suddenly remembered a tall, handsome, dark-haired boy from her high school with the same name. Could he be the same guy that she had a secret crush on forty years ago?
Let’s let Alice tell the rest of the story.
Upon seeing him, I quickly discarded that thought … as my new dentist was balding, with gray hair and a deeply lined face! He was clearly too old to have been my classmate.
But; after he examined my teeth, I asked him if he had attended my high school … and he had! I then asked him what year he had graduated, and after he responded, I exclaimed, “You were in my class!”
He looked at me closely … then that ugly, old, bald, wrinkled, fat-assed, gray-haired, decrepit son-of-a-bitch asked,
“What did you teach?”
[Author unknown, but greatly appreciated! If you or anyone you know has a proprietary interest in this story please authenticate and I will be happy to credit, or remove, as appropriate.]
Go ahead, take your time, reread before you proceed and chuckle some more …
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There are always, without fail, two perspectives — ours, and the rest of the world’s.
We have a reality that the rest of the world will never know. We know who we are, inside.
But the rest of the world has a reality about us that we would rather not know … and on those occasions when we’re confronted with that reality … well … it could be crushing!
Alice was only momentarily crushed … and perhaps her story can be our antidote?
I am STILL laughing!!!!!!!!!
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John Zawada said:
John M. Greco said:
Hey John, I thought so too!