Some time ago, I had braces installed on my top teeth, the first step in correcting problems with my bite. It was quite the experience.
Wrapping ones lips over a dog’s spiked collar takes some getting used to. I spent my first day without wax to shield my un-leathered lips. I vowed never to be “sincere” again. By evening I felt I could count the various prongs and out-cropping simply by smiling. At least the man on the bed of nails has an entire bed of nails. It gave new meaning to the phrase “Just a pinch between cheek and gums.”
It reminded me of an old Marlon Brando movie. I felt like cramming cotton in my jowls and making my orthodontist an offer he couldn’t refuse. The silly thing, of course, is that I was paying to have it done.
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