A CATHOLIC bloke goes into the confessional box. He notices on one wall a fully equipped bar with Guinness on tap. On the other wall is a dazzling array of the finest Cuban cigars. Then the priest comes in.
“Father, forgive me, for its been a very long time since I’ve been to confession, and I must first admit the confessional box is much more inviting these days.”
The Priest replies, “You’re on my side, get out”.
Have you ever been guilty of looking at others your own age and thinking, ‘surely I can’t look that old?’
I was sitting in the waiting room for a 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 year at high school, some 30 years ago. Could he be the same guy I had a secret crush on, but upon seeing him, I quickly discarded any such thought.
This balding grey-haired man with a deeply lined face was way too old to have been my classmate. After he examined my teeth, I asked if he attended Morgan Park High School.
“Yes, yes I did,” he replied.
“When did you graduate?” I asked.
He answered “1975. Why do you ask?”
“You were in my class!” I exclaimed. He looked at me closely, then asked, “What did you teach?
Contributed by Eunice Prikett