Gramps went to the dentist again yesterday. And I’m just resigning myself to the fact that dentist = adventure.
In spite of his morning protests claiming nothing is wrong with his teeth and he doesn’t have to go to the dentist, I was able to get him to go to the dentist by explaining that he was going to have his teeth cleaned, and that this was to prevent any problems in the future.
When Gramps got back from the dentist, he was very proud of his pearly whites and smiled to show me. “Nice,” I said.
Obviously Gramps was looking for a more enthusiastic response from me, and proceeded to take out his teeth to show me how clean they were.
“See, see?” he kept saying.
Not wanting to see the teeth, I kept my head down and focused on my work. Gramps was persistent though, and every couple minutes would take his teeth back out. “See?”
Finally I had enough. “Gramps, you need to keep your teeth in your mouth.”
“Just look,” he said. “Can you take YOUR teeth out?” he asked, as if this was some miraculous super-human trick he had perfected.
“No, Gramps. And you should keep your teeth in your mouth. They are disgusting.” At this point I hear giggles coming from the offices of our tenants, who until this time had been able to keep quiet during our dialogue.
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Ha ha, that cracked me up when he asked you if you were able to take your teeth out
Such a character 