Ed was relaxing on the beach in Fiji. He was surprised when he recognized Jim, a former high school classmate he hadn't seen since graduation. His old friend had been something of a "druggie" in high school, and this was the last place Ed expected to run into him.
Ed approached Jim, and grabbed his hand. "Jim, it's me Ed, from high school. Man, it's sure been a long time. You're looking great! You must have really done okay for yourself."
"I have," whispered Jim . "I'm a very successful attorney with the ACLU. But, if you run into my mom don't say anything. She got the idea that I was a drug dealer back when we were in high school, and she would be mortified if she knew how I really make my money."