I had to go to the dentist today. Anyone that really knows me knows that I'd rather have major surgery than go to the dentist. I broke a tooth last night and 1st thing this morning I called and made an appointment to go in.
I arrive at my appointed time, 1:00 PM - they squeezed me in.
After checking in, the conversation goes like this:
Dental Assistant: "What brings you here today?"
Me: "I broke a tooth."
Dental Assistant: "When did you break it?"
Me: "Last night."
Dental Assistant:" How did it happen?"
Me: "I was having some Matzo Ball soup."
Dental Assistant: "What's that??"
(I didn't tell her)