Point Of View

I was sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist. I noticed his DDS diploma, 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-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, way, too old to have been my classmate. HMMM....... or could he be???

After he examined my teeth, I asked him if he had attended Such 'n Such High School.

"Yes. Yes, I did." he gleamed with pride.

"When did you graduate?" I asked.

He answered, "In 1965. Why do you ask?"

"You were in my class!" I exclaimed.

He looked at me closely.

Then that ugly, old, wrinkled, vision-impaired wretch asked,

"What did you teach?"