I got my braces off.
The dental assistant offered me the plaster casts of my teeth that they used to fit me for my retainers. “As, you know, a memento. You have a nice bite.”
“Oh, yeah!” I enthused. “It’s kinda like owning my own skull!”
But her ghoulishness wasn’t equal to mine.
“Not very much like that,” she said. “Not much like that at all.”









Katie Lane Says:
Saturday, July 26, 2008 at 12:24 pm. |
It’s like getting a down payment on your skull. A very cool, fit for display down payment.
I think you need a new dental assistant.