Deja Vu

Spring break my senior year of high school all the cool kids went to Ft. Lauderdale or the San Padre Islands. I had my wisdom teeth pulled. The dentist was Young Dr. McNamara the newly graduated son of Old Dr. McNamara my dentist from childhood. The extraction did not go smoothly. He was probably shockingly inexperienced but also my teeth apparently had really long roots. I remember with great clarity him bracing his foot against the side of the chair I was reclining in and pulling with all his might. He was so delighted with himself when he freed a particularly difficult one he exclaimed "Wow! You wanna see this one?" waving the tooth still clamped in pliers in front of my face. I closed my eyes and said "Ogh Ooh". I hope he's gotten a little more professional since then. Later I rode home in the backseat of mom's Chevy Cavalier with blood I couldn't feel running down my numb face. I was fine when school started a week later. Everyone else had a nice tan and I had fewer teeth.