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 LaneJuly 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.