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 . . .
Clotilde was sitting in the waiting room for her first appointment with a new dentist. She noticed his DDS diploma on the wall that bore his full name.
Suddenly, she remembered a tall, handsome dark-haired boy with the same name who had been in her high school class some 30-odd years ago. Could he be the same guy that she had a secret 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 attended Thibodaux High School.
“Yes. Yes, I did. I’m a Tiger,” he gleamed with pride.
“When did you graduate?” asked Clotilde.
The dentist answered, “In 1975. Why do you ask?”
“You were in my class!” Clotilde exclaimed. He looked at her closely. Then that ugly, old, balding, wrinkled-faced, gray-haired, decrepit, miserable, old man asked, “What did you teach?”