So...when I was 16 years old I chipped one of my bottom front teeth on a phone after my brother snuck me on the back of the head and ran. I was hustled off the very next morning to get it fixed. #ThanksMom/Dad!
(Yes I beat his azz...)
Over the years the "fix" wore down so I'd have to get it fixed every 7 years or so.
The last time I got it "fixed" was about a year ago and the doctor warned me that we might have to do something more if something happened.
Well...night before last something happened. I bit down into a particularly hard piece of fruit and it chipped my tooth. Not by much...but by enough to have me in the dentist's office the next morning. The doc was like...look...we can keep doing this to the tune of a couple hundred once a year or more. You should get a porcelain crown.
Um...how much?
So they broke the numbers down and I called Robby and we discussed and then agreed.
Okay.
Sure. Noooooooo problema.
So they start doing the work.
Now...as they are doing the work I was told that I'd have a temporary tooth until my new tooth was built and that the dude who builds them is pretty damn awesome.
Okay.
Doody...doody do.
I closed my eyes and let them finish.
VOILA! We're finished! Your new tooth will be ready in three weeks! Here's a mirror!
So I look in the mirror.
AAAAAAAARRRRRRUUUUUU???????????????????
I THREW A FULL, BLOWN OUT BRAT TEMPER TANTRUM FULL OF OH, HELL, NO ETC. ETC. ETC.
Why? The temporary was the brightest damn white I have ever seen in my life.
Seriously.
Now...here I am in life thinking I have pretty white teeth.
Um...no. Apparently nobody does. These damn temporary things are WHI-ZITE indeedly.
So the kid was PISSED!
I started straight GRILLING folks!
Where is the new tooth coming from?
Answer: Well...we send it to the lab and they call and make an appointment with you to come so they can match your color and then they make it and then you go in to have the color of your new tooth matched so they can make whatever adjustments are needed and then you make an appointment here with us and we put it in.
(This was said while they were looking behind them, apparently, for backup.)
Me: So...where is this lab?
Answer: In Bethesda.
Me: Name of the dude?
Answer: Amir.
Me: Call Amir and tell him I'm on my way over there now.
A bunch of glances and shit went down and without a word it was concluded that a call would be made.
I went to the office and told them I was waiting to see Amir. Amir came out and was cool as a white box fan. I broke it down for dude and he was like..."Okay...no problem."
My shit will be done in a week. Three weeks my azz.
WHATEVER!
But...for a week...I have a gotdamn Chiclet white tooth bottom right front. Sure it looks like my tooth and it's shaped like my tooth but dammit...IT'S CHICLET, FLIPPING, WHITE!
TO THAT I SAY?
What say you?