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Have you ever been so embarassed you wanted the floor to open up and swallow you.
I've had a bit of trouble with my teeth and my dentist of 7 years on the latest estimate, as thats what I see it as, informed me that I needed to have a tooth extracted. Instantly my thoughts went to my favourite meat of choice and how the hell I was going to provide enough mastication with best part of no big teeth to provide it.
I sought a second opinion, an unfamiliar dentist but one that had been recommended, I walked into the waiting room stamping the snow from my feet as I went and proceeded to fill in the new patient form which just stopped short of my inside leg measurement. I didn't have to wait long and I was called in by the dental nurse, a nice young girl in full nijab with a right southern accent, this waaaaayyyyyy Mr Yooouuuunnnggggg. The prognosis for my ailing tooth was unfortunately and fortunately at the same time not very good, unfortunately it's got to come out, fortunately my dentist of 7 years wasn't bullshitting me.
I felt a distinct loss coming but manned up and returned to reception, the computer was as ever really slow so attempted to fill in the silence with a bit of idle chit chat, "have you seen the the snow is going to be really bad", "I barely got here because of the snow", "can't your boss get you some heating", my line in patter isn't normally so bad but the impending tooth extraction was affecting my normal banter prowess. The printer chirped into life and my bill started to make it's way, at much the same time with a reasonably full reception the nice nurse wearing the nijab came wafting into reception and announced to the waiting throng, "Mrs BedChambers please".
It must have took all of a second for it to hit home which lead to a muted shoulder shake, followed by a blurt from my pursed lips, followed by and I'm not proud to tell you an almighty gufawwwwwww. I laughed like I haven't for months, nay years, no holding it back I'm afraid, the tears started to roll and looking over her shoulder Mrs BedChambers dissappeared frowning at yours truley into the surgery. I turned to the waiting masses and blurted "Mrs BedChambers!" The dissaproving looks from them and the receptionsit told me that it wasn't as funny as my now tear stained T shirt would have you believe.
Still laughing like a drain and feeling in my pocket for my phone to call anyone that might find it funny I paid my £40 and decided there and then, yes the tooth has to come out but it's the best laugh I've had in years.
To top it all it's snowing don't you know :D
I've had a bit of trouble with my teeth and my dentist of 7 years on the latest estimate, as thats what I see it as, informed me that I needed to have a tooth extracted. Instantly my thoughts went to my favourite meat of choice and how the hell I was going to provide enough mastication with best part of no big teeth to provide it.
I sought a second opinion, an unfamiliar dentist but one that had been recommended, I walked into the waiting room stamping the snow from my feet as I went and proceeded to fill in the new patient form which just stopped short of my inside leg measurement. I didn't have to wait long and I was called in by the dental nurse, a nice young girl in full nijab with a right southern accent, this waaaaayyyyyy Mr Yooouuuunnnggggg. The prognosis for my ailing tooth was unfortunately and fortunately at the same time not very good, unfortunately it's got to come out, fortunately my dentist of 7 years wasn't bullshitting me.
I felt a distinct loss coming but manned up and returned to reception, the computer was as ever really slow so attempted to fill in the silence with a bit of idle chit chat, "have you seen the the snow is going to be really bad", "I barely got here because of the snow", "can't your boss get you some heating", my line in patter isn't normally so bad but the impending tooth extraction was affecting my normal banter prowess. The printer chirped into life and my bill started to make it's way, at much the same time with a reasonably full reception the nice nurse wearing the nijab came wafting into reception and announced to the waiting throng, "Mrs BedChambers please".
It must have took all of a second for it to hit home which lead to a muted shoulder shake, followed by a blurt from my pursed lips, followed by and I'm not proud to tell you an almighty gufawwwwwww. I laughed like I haven't for months, nay years, no holding it back I'm afraid, the tears started to roll and looking over her shoulder Mrs BedChambers dissappeared frowning at yours truley into the surgery. I turned to the waiting masses and blurted "Mrs BedChambers!" The dissaproving looks from them and the receptionsit told me that it wasn't as funny as my now tear stained T shirt would have you believe.
Still laughing like a drain and feeling in my pocket for my phone to call anyone that might find it funny I paid my £40 and decided there and then, yes the tooth has to come out but it's the best laugh I've had in years.
To top it all it's snowing don't you know :D
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