Not Yet

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.’ ”

Smart ass.

Guess that’ll put the team on its toes.

Wait Long Enough And Everything Comes True

When I was a schoolkid, if someone came along and asked someone else “What’re you doing?”, and Kid #2 wanted to be a snotty little bastard, as most kids do in my experience, the smartass answer was often “Playing tiddlywinks with manhole covers.”

Striking image, anyway.

Today I was upside-down on the glute-ham bench, counterweighting the move with a 45-pound plate, which gym rats are likely as not to call a “sewer lid,” and when I tossed it aside to do a few more reps with no weight it spun on its edge, walked and pinked the edge of another plate that was lying there, enough to budge it anyway, finally gyrating to rest against the frame of the bench.

I wonder if you could plane down the edge of one of those things enough to get a good tiddly snap.