My Name Is Mary And I Was Sitting In The Waiting Toom For My First Appointment

 

“When did you graduate?” I asked.

“In 1975. Why do you ask?”

“You were in my class!” I exclaimed.

He looked at me closely. Then, that ugly, old, balding, wrinkled faced, fat-assed, gray-haired, decrepit son-of-a-bitch asked:

“What did you teach?”