Chilling And Drilling

This  snowbelt native arrived at her dentist appointment an hour early this afternoon. She gave herself plenty of wiggle time, thinking she may have to spend a considerable amount of it circling the parking lot before an acceptable spot in the shade became available. Obviously, it didn't take long. She only had to cut off one old lady  for a great  one.

It was fitting of the permanent crown day. After she was taken into the dental den, she asked for permission to brush her teeth. She grabbed her toothbrush and toothpaste and left for the restroom. Once there, she opened the little tube and tried squeezing some paste from it. But none would come out. She kept trying. She finally held the tube up to her eyes. There was a foil cover on it. Perhaps if she hadn't removed her glasses in the den...

The crown didn't fit properly. She was bummed. Then in came Dr. Waite, her Knight in Shining Armour. His loving touch on that porcelain (not to mention his file) made everything seem, not like a day in the dentist's den, but a day with wine and roses.