“I’m sure he has some.”

This morning I went to the dentist for my regular checkup. They asked how the surgery went, and I griped a bit about the side effects I experienced and how the oral surgeon’s office didn’t have quite what I was looking for in the customer service area. The dental hygienist thought I was overreacting, I could see it, but since I still don’t have all the feeling back in my chin, I feel perfectly justified in griping. Take that, nice dental hygienist!

Before she cleaned my teeth, I asked her if she could check Mike’s record (he hasn’t been to the dentist in a while) and see if his wisdom teeth were needing to come out, because when I had mine out, he said that no one had ever said anything to him about his. He wasn’t sure if he had some or if they’d come in okay, so she went to check. Before she pulled the file she said, “I’m sure he has some. There’s hardly anybody who has no wisdom teeth.” I’m sure you can see where this is headed. As soon as she looked at his x-ray, she said, “He doesn’t have any!” Lucky jerk. While she was cleaning, we were still chatting a bit about the surgery and she said, “I’ve hardly seen any patients who have more than four.” Great, two freaks in one family! (I didn’t feel so freakish at the oral surgeon’s office when the nurse-type-guy said he’d seen as many as twelve wisdom teeth. Five seems downright commonplace compared to that.)

I am now garnering an army of resentful people who had their wisdom teeth out and hate Mike just for the fact that he doesn’t have any. Let me know if you’d like to join.

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