Old School Friends. . .

[Phil Perry]

MY NAME IS ALICE SMITH AND I WAS SITTING IN THE WAITING ROOM FOR MY FIRST APPOINTMENT WITH A NEW DENTIST. I NOTICED HIS DENTAL DIPLOMA, WHICH BORE HIS FULL NAME.

 

 

 

SUDDENLY, I REMEMBERED A TALL, HANDSOME, DARK HAIRED BOY WITH THE SAME NAME HAD BEEN IN MY SECONDARY 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, GREY HAIRED MAN WITH THE DEEPLY LINED FACE WAS FAR TOO OLD TO HAVE BEEN MY CLASSMATE. AFTER HE EXAMINED MY TEETH, I ASKED HIM IF HE HAD ATTENDED MORGAN PARK SECONDARY SCHOOL ..

 

 

 

'YES, YES I DID. I'M A MORGANNER! 'HE BEAMED WITH PRIDE.

 

 

 

'WHEN DID YOU LEAVE TO GO TO COLLEGE?' I ASKED

 

 

 

HE ANSWERED, IN 1965. WHY DO YOU ASK?

 

 

 

'YOU WERE IN MY CLASS!' I EXCLAIMED.

 

 

 

HE LOOKED AT ME CLOSELY.

 

 

 

THEN THE UGLY,

 

OLD,

 

 

 

BALD,

 

 

 

WRINKLED,

 

 

 

FAT ARSED,

 

 

 

GREY HAIRED,

 

 

 

DECREPIT,

 

 

 

BARSTARD ASKED..

 

'WHAT DID YOU TEACH?'