My birthday was last week (and I'm milking it for all it's worth in these posts). Spring Break starts next week. Between the two I was torn between feeling old and grumpy, or being carefree and happy. Then the following happened and I decided to go with old and grumpy.
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As I explained earlier, shortly after my birthday I went to a new doctor for a check-up. While I was waiting in the examination room I noticed the staff's diplomas and credentials framed and hanging on the wall. As I read them, my attention was drawn to one name. Suddenly I remembered a young, shapely, dark-haired girl with the same name that had been in my high school graduating class. Could this be the same girl I secretly had a crush on lo those many years ago?
Just then a nurse came into the room to check my pulse and take my blood pressure. The name on her ID badge matched the name on the diploma, but I quickly discarded any notion that she was the girl of my dreams from high school
This overweight gray-haired woman with the deeply lined face was way too old to have been my classmate.
Just to be sure, after she unwrapped the blood pressure cuff I asked her if she had gone to MacArthur High School.
She smiled and said,"Yes, yes I did."
"When did you graduate?" I asked.
She answered "In 1969. Why do you ask?"
Shocked, I replied "I was at MacArthur High that year as well."
She stared at me closely and I could see her straining her brain to remember me.
Then that ugly, wrinkle-faced, fat-assed, gray-haired, decrepit old bitch asked me:
"What did you teach?"
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