Class Reunions, Or, What's Your Name?

You haven't changed at all.

(Well, that’s very nice of you. If the truth be known, I haven’t the faintest idea who you are and you can’t remember me. It’s been 50 years, you know, and you’re no longer the handsome, well-cut high school senior you once were.) Thanks; nice to know I’ve still got it.

Yep, haven’t changed a bit.

(I think this is the blowhard who ran for office based on his good looks and reputation for getting good girls into his bedroom, and bad girls into trouble. Never could trust him; I wonder what racket he’s into now?) Good genes, I guess.

What’ve you been doing these days, old pal?

(Avoiding you, for one thing, you empty-headed, girl-bedding slob.) Working in the communications industry. And you?

Well, between jobs right now. I’ve been doing this and that, and I decided to take a break to consider several options that came my way.

(Ha! Got fired from every one, I’ll bet. There’s always Kelly Temps.) That’s good; take time, look for the best. Think I’ll mingle around now; take care.