[identity profile] roadskoller.livejournal.com 2007-08-17 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
You've got to be kidding.
That's so weird. Could he only remove teeth by rotating them to the left?
Was he fast?
Did he have to make a pit stop?

[identity profile] marswalker.livejournal.com 2007-08-17 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
Not kidding at all.

They lived about a mile up the hill from us.

He had a lot of chrome stuff in the exam room, and air powered tools...

[identity profile] roadskoller.livejournal.com 2007-08-17 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
When he was working on your teeth, did the smell of gasoline and burned rubber waft?
Did he have a bunch of people rush you and do all of the jobs all at once?
Did they jack up the chair you were in?

[identity profile] marswalker.livejournal.com 2007-08-17 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
No... just Novocain and burning teeth. And pliers.

The chair did all the dental things - up, down, tilt, all that good stuff.

I don't know how he feels about racing though, he only ever talked to me about the teeth he was about to pull.

[identity profile] roadskoller.livejournal.com 2007-08-17 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
Huh. He was the boring one in the family.

[identity profile] marswalker.livejournal.com 2007-08-17 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
Just like that kid in Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer...

"I want to be a Dentist!"