My dentists’s teeth are disgusting. He’s great at doing his thing on other people but he clearly never really thought of applying the rules to himself. Small and short teeth. Kind of a like a bunch of Chicklets. Lots of spaces. Hopefully he whistles. He’s almost a human harmonica.
So I’m there just having him check on some vague tooth. Frankly, I just wanted to get out of the house. I’m gonna start doing it everywhere. They look at your whatever and then (well so far) tell you you’re great and it’s a real high to know you’re checking all the marks.
Hurray, my tonsils are functioning. And I have all four of my wisdom teeth still in. I’m aging perfectly.
But back to the dentist. Great guy. Went to school and lived a while in Boston as did I. I mean I guess he could have told me I needed to have all of them ripped out of my gums simultaneously after the count of four. Oh and I’d be awake. My dad always said a plumber creates their next job, as do most people in technical skills. Fixed this. Then give something else a little boost toward broken.
I’ll stay on with the Dentist. II feel like he looks up to my dental demise. Hey I feel a little skip in my step after our visits.