sucks getting old

[slngsht]

Have you ever been guilty of looking at others your own age and thinking, "surely I can't look that old?" Well.... you will love this one:

 

My name is Alice Smith and 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, dark haired boy with the same name had been in my high school class some forty years ago. could he be the same guy 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 too old to have been my classmate. After he examined my teeth, I asked him if he had attended Morgan Park High School. "Yes, yes, I did. Go Morgan Mustangs," he gleamed with pride.

 

"When did you graduate," I asked.

 

He answered, "In 1968, why do you ask?"

 

"You were in my class," I exclaimed.

 

He looked at me closely, then that ugly, old, bald, wrinkled, fat a$$, gray haired, decrepit son of a beotch asked, "What class did you teach?"

 

 

:rofl::rofl::rofl:

[MHKflyer52]

Good one.....:lol:

[11Budlite]

:lol: :lol: :lol:

 

Unfortunately, I can relate to that one... :ack:

 

Bruce :7drive:

[BusaLoco]

You don't even want to find out how old I really feel but this should warm your hearts...

 

The following letter was forwarded by someone who teaches at a junior high school in Memphis, Tennessee; the letter was sent to the principal's office after the school had sponsored a luncheon at the home for the elderly. This story is a credit to all human kind. Read it, soak it in, and bask in the warm feeling that it leaves you with.

 

 

Dear Reyer School: God bless you for the beautiful radio I won at your recent senior citizen's luncheon. I am 84 years old and live at the county home for the aged.

 

All my people are gone. It's nice to know that someone thinks of me. God bless you for your kindness to an old forgotten lady. My roommate is 95 and always had her own radio, but would never let me listen to it, no matter how often or politely I asked. The other day her radio fell and broke into a lot of pieces. It was awful. She was very upset.

 

She then asked if she could listen to mine, and I told her to bugger off.

 

Sincerely,

Edna Johnston