I had a wisdom tooth taken out the other day. The oral surgeon, the first thing she said when she came in the surgery room was “Are those your real teeth in the front?”
They are my real teeth so I said yes.
“They’re not veneers?”
“No.”
“Do you drink coffee?”
“No.”
“Tea?”
“No.”
“Soda?”
“I do drink a lot of sodas.”
“Did you have them bleached?”
“I did a number of years ago. Now I just throw some Crest whitening strips on there a couple times a year.”
“You should be in a toothpaste commercial.”
I don’t know if she was flirting with me. It’s been so long since anyone’s done that that I don’t know what it looks like anymore so I didn’t bring it up.
“What are we doing today?” she asked, while looking over my X-rays.
I think she already knew but I said “Taking out the lower left wisdom tooth.”
“Oh, that’s sad.”
“It is sad. My teeth are like a family. Brother Tooth cannot be separated from Brother Gum.”
She smiled at that . . . then took it out anyway.