Wolsamnoraa's Blog

Teeth strings for the plucking.

Sometimes you go to Pittsburgh and your teeth hurt.  There was a building called the Dentistry.  When you went there an irate Aussie was working beyond the counter.  In a thick Australian accent he said, “You like your teeth and so do Aye!”  You were frightened about the insurance.  No copay?  You were vulnerable then.  The Aussie glanced up from his stack of answers holding a knife to your face like a pen to paperwork and quietly barked, “I’m not from around here.”  Shhh.  You take the clipboard to the lobby.  The lobby?  The lobby.  All of the white magazines and doors were covered in copy from covers to floors.  You filled it out.  Your appointment was sooner than it was.  “You get in the chair,” he said.   The gas passed.  “Don’t forget your toothbrushes for the long trip.”  Not again today.  The Aussie gripped a knife in his hand’s palm; his main digits were thumbs.  He has your teeth in his stack.  He was nice enough to leave you smiling.  It is what it is.   You’ve always looked taller.  The Dentistry was a building in Pittsburgh.  It was made from teeth.  They had rot.  You can whistle again.