So I referred my engineer friend to my dentist, after he had had his mouth butchered by his roommate’s dentist which figures as the roommate is not known for good judgment, and two antibiotic packings and a root canal later he sashayed into my dentist’s office to get a temporary crown, about two hours before I was due to get the same thing done for less dramatic reasons. Two jaws beating as one. A girl could barf.
The crew in the office seemed to have carried away a great impression from the young man and I mentioned it when we met for dinner, providential planning as we had gotten identical advice about what not to chomp with a plastic molar.
“Oh, well, when we were getting started the dentist asked me if I had any fear of dental procedures,” he explained. “And I said, ‘Not yet.’ ”
Guess that’ll put the team on its toes.