Wednesday, April 20, 2005

You'll be a dentist
You have a talent for causing things pain
Son, be a dentist
People will pay you to be inhumane!
- Little Shop of Horrors


Yowsers!
Actually it wasn’t that bad, just when the drill goes in y’know and you’re trying to act all manly and cool and tooth chips are flying around your mouth like a snowstorm and your jaw aches like a fluffer. Lesser men would have wept, but as my ‘kind to be cruel’ dentist informed me, that hole in the 7th tooth front end was my own fault. Cut down on the sugars he said. Keep up the flossing he said. And stop grazing, give your teeth a break between meals. Pah! I protested, I floss at least four times a week, clean exceptionally well and have a winning smile, what gives?
By way of answering he simply bared his teeth, and boy, they were clean.
Touche.

I was tempted to mutter a surly ‘whatever’ but smiled back at him and shuffled out the door. Then to add insult to ennui, he called out after me, you’ll have to make an appointment with the hygienist for next week, clean those choppers up a bit.

I ignored him and kept walking down the stairs until I was safely on the street. Then pulled out a raspberry K Bar and chewed and chewed and chewed.
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