Have you ever been guilty of looking at someone your own age and thinking “Surely I can’t look all that old”? My name is Alicia Wozniak and I was sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist. I noticed his DDS diploma which showed his full name. Suddenly I remembered a tall, handsome, dark-haired boy with the same name who had been in my high school class some 40-odd years ago. Could this 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, gray-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 Morgan Run senior high. “Yes. Yes I did. I’m a Mustang,” he beamed with pride. “When did you graduate?” I asked. He answered, “In 1969. Why do you ask?” “You were in my class!” I exclaimed. He looked at me closely. Then that ugly, fat, bald, wrinkled, gray, decrepit son-of-a-gun asked, “What did you teach”?
You gotta wonder exactly what goes through their minds...if anything at all. I see no possible symbiosis.
Perchance that moose is like a few people I know and is totally oblivious as to the presence of the goose on his head or is it the elephant in the room?
I worked at a company that had a runoff pond on the property, and it attracted geese. There was no way to get inside without stepping through tons of that stuff...all over the lawn, all over the sidewalk, all over the parking lot. Disgusting.