lunch incident

~warning, not for the easily grossed~

Mmmm, salad out at a restaurant! Crunch crunch....pituoee--hey what's that weird bone-like thing?
First thought: Omigod, is that....that a tooth?
Second thought: How gross! I sure hope it's not someone else's tooth in MY salad.
Third thought: Wait, maybe I actually do hope it's someone else's tooth in my salad.
Fourth thought: Please let it be someone else's tooth in my salad.

It wasn't. Hey, at least it doesn't hurt.

Comments

  1. Sam4:23 AM

    Oh darn! I hate when that happens. I broke a tooth not long ago. You're lucky it doesn't hurt - the nerve was exposed on mine and I RAN to the dentist's office! LOL! Thank goodness he was able to take me on short notice.
    I hope you got it fixed! Our dentist has some sort of glue cement stuff - amazing.

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  2. Lyvvie12:34 PM

    I'll be willing to bet, when you go to get that fixed, the dentist will ask all serious how it happened and you'll say "It fell out when I was eating a salad." and he'll give you a look that says You liar.

    It happened to me. He then said, "I'm used to this happening with toffees, not lettuce." and I thought, what - you see a size sixteen and think I'm some salad dodger?? And then I punched him.

    nah, not really, but wanted to.

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  3. Kate4:44 PM

    Not only did my dentist not snicker at my salad story, he slapped that tooth chunk right back in place. Probably won't take but worth a try, he said cheerfully.

    And I owe you a HUGE THANK YOU Sam! It wouldn't have occurred to me to take along the tooth chunk if you hadn't mentioned the cement. I might be spared a crown etc if this holds.

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  4. Corn Dog3:09 AM

    Dang. Salad? Nothing is safe. At least you have the part. I swallowed mine thinking it was some ornery food.

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