Trip To The Dentist
My name is Alice. I was sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist. I noticed his DDS diploma on the wall which bore his full name. Suddenly, I remembered a tall, handsome, dark-haired boy with the same name had been in my high school class some thirty plus years ago. Could this dentist be the same guy that I had a secret crush on way back in the good old days? Upon seeing him, however, I quickly discarded any such thought. This balding, gray-haired man with the deeply lined face was way too old to have been my classmate.
After he examined my teeth, I asked him if he had attended Morgan Park High School. ‘Yes. Yes, I did. I’m a mustang,’ he gleamed with pride.
‘When did you graduate?’ I asked.
He answered, ‘In 1965. Why do you ask?’
You were in my class!’ I exclaimed.
He looked at me closely. Then, that old, bald, wrinkled faced, gray-haired, decrepit man asked, ‘What did you teach???’
Gender-Specific Driving Etiquette
A woman is driving at night on a narrow country road. At the same time, a man is driving in the opposite direction on that same road. When they narrowly pass each other at high speed, the woman rolls down her window and loudly shouts Donkey !
Immediately the man shouts back %&^#@!
The man laughs. He is proud to have reacted so quickly to the shouting woman and takes the next turn in the road maintaining his speed.
Moral of the story: Men never listen and when they do, they don’t understand one word a woman says.