What a Nightmare!

Dentist on the Job (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Two big horror shows on TV this week.

Skipping quickly over the nightmare game

between the Leafs and the Bruins yesterday,

Sunday's final episode of "Survivor"

was right up there with the "Exorcist" in

my opinion.

Holy ker-schmoley, when Dawn took her

teeth out I thought I wouldn't sleep for a

week!

 

But it did get me thinking about my own

choppers.

 

When I was a kid my dentist's name

was Doctor Coffin and he lived in a

haunted house. 

 He used to keep my whole family

spell bound with stories about how

he and his wife found their good

silverware spread out neatly across

their attic floor every morning.

I have no idea why he went to his attic

every morning or even why we all piled

in the car and visited him.

We didn't have good silverware nor

even an attic where any self-respecting

ghost would want to hang out.

He must have been a better conversationalist

than he was dentist.

 

And no friends in his own social class.

 

Anyway.

 

My next dentist was "Painless Pearson".

 

I liked him because he really was painless!

 

Incompetent, but painless.

"Oops!" he said one day during a root canal.

 

He rattled around in my mouth a bit longer.

My blood pressure went up when I saw

his assistant's eyes widened in alarm.

"But look - I've patched it up!" he said

waving a hand mirror in front of my face.

 

"Fanks,"  I said all drooley as I studied

the hollow tooth standing bare naked in

the middle of the rubber dam in my

mouth.

 

"Di int hurd a bid."

 

Jeesh.

 

It hurt my wallet.

And I didn't get any free mint flavoured

waxed dental floss either!

What a nightmare!

Maybe I should have written about the Leafs after all ...