Old as I am

Have you ever looked at some one your own age and thought

" I’m glad I don’t look that old"

My name is Mary Lamb, and I was sitting in my new dentists waiting room.

I read all his diplomas, which were hung on the wall, and thought I recognized his name.

Suddenly I remembered a tall, stylish, dark haired boy, who had been in my class at school, about 30 years earlier.

I wondered if this could be the same boy on whom I had had such a huge crush, but as soon as I saw him, I realized it could not be the same boy.

This half bald, wrinkly, gray haired man was far too old to have been in the same class as me.

After I had my treatment, my curiousity gained the better of me, and I asked him if he had gone to Bellahouston Academy.

" Yes, I did" he replied.

"When did you graduate ?" I asked him.

"1978" was his reply.

" You were in my class" I exclaimed.

He came closer to me - this ugly, short grey haired, wrinkly faced man, and asked me -

" What did you teach ?"