“Well, I was eating something crunchy and there came about a pain in my teeth. These front teeth.”
“Anyone hit you in the teeth lately?
*whack* “Does this hurt?” *whack* “How about that?”
“Ah… not really”
“hmm…. I think you’ve got a such and such.”
“I’m sorry, a what?”
“A such and such. Such and such.”
“Umm… no entiendo.”
“How can I explain? Here. Take this mirror. So, here are your teeth and see, if I do this –”
“–Then you’ve got such and such.”
Well. There’s something wrong with my teeth. I went into Barranquilla yesterday to get them checked out, and it looks like I’m going to be getting some work done by a Colombian dentist. I’ve been penciled in for next Thursday.
The dentist chair wobbles. I’m not excited.