Recently divorced, I moved back to my hometown hoping to start over again.
A few weeks later, while making a dentist appointment, I was surprised to see I recognized the dentist’s name as a good-looking boy from my high school 20 years ago.
However, upon walking into the dentist’s office, I quickly realized he must be someone else.
He was bald, had a big beer belly, and looked a lot older than me.
Just to be sure though, on my way out I asked him if he went to the high school that I had attended.
“Yeah,” he responded, “I graduated in 91.”
“Oh my gosh,” I excitedly said “you were in my class.”
“Really”, he said that’s interesting, “what class did you teach?”