Getting Older...

While waiting for my first appointment in the reception room of a new dentist, I noticed her certificate, which bore her full name. Suddenly, I remembered that a tall, good looking girl with the same name had been in my high school class some 40 years ago.

Upon seeing her, however, I quickly dismissed any such thought. This aged, gray-haired woman with the deeply lined face was too old to have been MY classmate. After she had examined my teeth, I asked her if she had attended the local high school.

"Yes," she replied. 
"When did you graduate?" I asked. 
She answered, "In 1954." 
"Why, you were in my class!" I exclaimed. 
She looked at me closely and asked, "What did you teach?"