" Accept that some days you're the pigeon, and some days you're the statue. "
Friday, 25 October 2002 08:45
While waiting for my first appointment in the reception room of a new dentist, I noticed his certificate, which bore his full name. Suddenly, I remembered that a tall, handsome boy with the same name had been in my high school class some 45 years ago.
Upon seeing him, however, I quickly discarded any such thought. This balding, grey-haired man with the deeply lined face was too old to have been my classmate.
After he had examined my teeth, I asked him if he had attended the local high school.
"Yes," he replied.
"When did you graduate?" I asked.
"Why, you were in my class!" I exclaimed.
He looked at me closely, and then asked, "What did you teach?"
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