Classmates??

Another email that I am sharing with you. I apologize for it being all in capital letters, I copied it and pasted it here rather than retype the entire thing.  I hope you enjoy reading it.

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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 SUSAN, 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???