I couldn't agree more, Rose. That was VERY OOD, if I do say so myself!
I recall meeting one of my kid's teachers years ago. She was 41 and I was 37. She asked if she'd ever had me in one of her classes. Kind of a more pleasant reversal of the above, methinks.
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Suddenly, she remembered a tall, handsome, darkhaired boy with the same name had been in her High school class nearly 40 years ago.
Could he be the same guy she secretly had a crush on, way back then? Upon seeing him, however, she quickly discarded any such thought.
This balding, Gray-haired man with the deeply lined face was way too old to have been her classmate.
After he examined her teeth, she asked him if he had attenened Morgan High School.
"Yes. Yes, I did. I am a Mustang," He gleamed with pride.
"When did you graduate?" she asked.
He said "In 1968. Why do you ask?"
"You were in my class" She exclaimed.
He looked at her closely. Then, that ugly, old, wrinkled, bald, gray, decrepit S.O.B. asked, "What did you teach"?