Good morning and welcome to this week’s #WeekendCoffeeShare!
I will spare you the hissy fit over Brexit. Not because I’m over it – because I am certainly not. I just want a break from it all – I just want to laugh and giggle, and hopefully make you laugh and giggle with me as we share a coffee (or whatever beverage you prefer). Let’s just get on with it, eh?
If we were having coffee, I’d ask you if you have ever looked at someone your own age and thought that “By golly – I can’t possibly look that old?”
I just had that experience this past week. I was sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist. I noticed his framed diploma on the wall, which bore his full name. Suddenly, I remembered that a tall, handsome, dark-haired boy with the same name had been in my high school class some 25-odd years ago. Could he possibly 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, white-haired man with the deeply lined face was way too old to have been my classmate! He would pass easily as the Crypt Keeper! Still, the question lingered with me throughout his examination and cleaning of my teeth.
When he was all done, I just had to ask him: had he attended Reed High School? “Yes, yes, I did. I’m a Raider” he gleamed with pride. “When did you graduate?” I asked him. He answered “In 1990, why do you ask?”
“You were in my class!” I exclaimed. He glared at me, as if he was studying every millimeter of my face.
Then, that ugly, wrinkled old fart asked, “What did you teach?”
Want to see my previous contributions to the #WeekendCoffeeShare? They are funny, I promise: