A
friend of mine from Winnipeg Canada chipped
her tooth which after a day or two came out. I had some super glue and we were
going to glue it back into place but she could not fit the broken piece back
onto its home. So she opted to put it in a little cup with water. She said she
was going to take it home to Canada
and let her dentist deal with it.
It
sat there in the little cup for a few days.
One
night I woke up and was thirsty and walked down to get a glass of water. I got
a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water and drank it. I set it down
on the counter and hit something. I flipped on the light and realized that I
had put the glass down on the cup with the chipped
tooth in it. But now the cup was on its side and though there was a
residue of water in the cup the chipped tooth was gone. As the light that I had
just turned on was an under the counter light I looked around on the counter to
find the tooth but it was not there. There was a trail of water to the edge of
the counter. I stepped over and flipped on the central lights for the entire
kitchen and looked around for the tooth on the floor. It was no where in sight.
I looked around section by section. Still no tooth. A little frustrated at
2:30AM I sighed and walked into the pantry to get a flash light. I thought I
could kneel down and scan the floor at floor level. So I did. I moved the flash
light slowly around and around the around until I had made a full
circumference. Still no tooth.
Oh
God! It must be under the refrigerator or the stove. I went up to the
refrigerator and shined the light under it. No tooth. I went to the stove. Same
thing. No tooth. I made another pass over the floor and was almost ready to
give up and prepare my confession to my guest when I saw a little off-white
piece of something in the corner. I crawled over and picked it up. Ah! The
tooth. I proudly picked up my found piece and set it in the now righted cup.
Filled it with water to what I had remembered it to have been. Turned off the
lights and was off the hook as I went back to have a peaceful nights sleep.
I
woke and as I laid there in bed heard my visitor in the kitchen and smelled
coffee. I got up and went down to join her. I remembered the tooth and glanced
over to the place where it had been the night before.
It
wasn’t there. I looked around as inconspicuously as possible for the cup. But
it was not there.
As
I did not want to volunteer any mishaps I let it slide. The day went by with no
mention of the tooth.
The
next afternoon while dealing a hand of cribbage I casually mentioned, “Lorraine, I just noticed
that your tooth is no longer in the little cup which you were keeping it.”
“Oh”,
she says, “I threw it out. My tooth doesn’t hurt and my dentist can just fix it
when I get back.”
“You
threw your chipped tooth away?”
“Yeah.”
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