False teeth I'm getting!
This is the second time. The first set got badly chipped, then I had some teeth pulled, so they became defunct.
This time I've retuned to the office to get a fitting and tooth color matching. All is well. I'm sitting there patiently (pun not intended) waiting in the up-and-down chair while Dr. Dentist is behind me shaving and shaping the applied foam on the mold.
Me: Was your father a dentist?
Dr: No, my uncle was. My dad was an engineer.
Me: Did you ever think you'd be putting your hands inside the mouths of so many people?
Dr: LOL, I liked the tools, LOL. And I wanted a Ferrari.
Me: Did you get one?
Dr: No, I got kids! I drive an SUV now.
Me: I had an RX8, before that I had a Mercury Capri.
Asst: I had my dad's car, and I raced up and down Highway 19. I don't think he ever knew. (giggles)
Me: I never knew what exactly my son did, either. He loves speed, to race up to stop signs or intersections.
Me: After awhile that little Capri got so it lugged, acted draggy under a load. Then I lent it to Calvin, my son. After that it ran great.
Dr: Oh, yah?
Me: I asked hubby and he said Calvin burned the carbon out of it.
Doctor continues to whittle, assistant stands ready to hand him instruments, both listening.
Me: I asked Calvin aboout it, he grinned cheekily and said, "If I was you I wouldn't go downtown near the fairgrounds any time soon." I asked him, "Why? Did you get a ticket?" He replied, "Ma-ay-beee......"
The three of us laughed.
It was good.
A good job by a relaxed happy dentist.
A happy dentist makes good false teeth.
False teeth I'm getting. It's an inside job.
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