So, I'm sitting at work and minding my own cookie-snack-business when for no reason at all other than because it was being mean...my tooth looses a chunk of a filling.
So in three eigths of a second (give or take) I go from enjoying cheating on a diet of three months to tasting blood in the back of my throat.
So I freak out and call the dentist. My little dentist gal giggled over the phone. She apologized for giggling...(I might admit that it was a little funny).
AT any rate. I rush to my sweet old man dentist's office and he's not there. I get stuck with the new (and possibly a smidge cute) young dentist. Hey now. Oh...sorry, Denny, the dentist was a cute male., but if it makes you happy to picture the dentist a female...by all means...to each his .....or her own.
So...tomorrow morning, I get me a new filling....until I can save my nickels and dimes for a crown.
At 8:20 am tomorrow....think of me...I'll be under the funny gas while you're hard at work in the office.