Well, this sucks.
One of the gold crowns on my lower molars came out while I was gently chewing a lemon loaf from Trumps Bakery*. THANKS A LOT, TRUMP.
*This bakery is not affiliated with THAT Trump.
On the bright side, I already had a dentist appointment booked for Thursday morning. I assume the dentist can crazy glue it back on. I’ll probably get charged too much for it–I’ve already maxed out on my dental insurance for the year.
I’m glad 1. I did not swallow the crown and, 2. it belonged to me. However, I weighed the crown just now and looked up the price of gold online. So, the question of the day is:
Would you rather lose your own gold crown by biting into a baked goodie OR bite in a baked goodie to find someone else’s gold crown?
The latter, while disgusting, at least turns a profit. Not enough to overcome the trauma of fishing someone else’s gold crown mashed up with lemon loaf out of your mouth to me.
Two days ago, as soon as I finished paying for my purchases at the self-checkout, a Boomer plopped his basket of groceries on the counter. All the groceries I’d purchased were still in the bagging area. I’d just started unzipping my backpack.
If I were hearing, I’d have shouted something like, “Step aside, Pops!” Instead, I stopped packing and stared at him while he pretended not to notice me. When he finally looked at me, he was like, “WHAT?”
I gestured to give me some space.
He shooed me and tapped on the screen which said, “Thank you for your purchase.”
I showed him the bagging area and said, “I’m packing!”
Then he scrammed. Maybe the sight of my teeth scared him off? At any rate, I know he wouldn’t have pulled that shit had I been a man.
I’ve stood in the line-up for the self-checkout enough times to see that waiting for customers to finish packing their groceries and leave before going to the kiosk is standard etiquette. It makes me wish I was able to sneeze on cue. It would be the perfect defense against those people who get all up in my space unnecessarily.
To complete this week’s trifecta of suckage: the fingernail on my right thumb started splitting down the middle, so I had to trim it super-short. It’s been tender ever since.
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I have the exact same problem with my right hand thumb! I broke my nail when I was a housekeeper and it’s been three years. It has never fully healed, so I keep it short. Coating it with clear gel polish and curing it with UV light works like a charm and I’ve been able to grow out the split. But I still have to keep it short because it just keeps splitting so my thumbnail is the gimp out of all of my lovely long fingernails and probably will be for as long as I live.
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Aw! You’re not telling me this is gonna be a recurring problem?! I’ve held off on starting my next embroidery project because of it. It hurts!!! 😭
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Square Meat, so sorry for your pains. I fell off the bike on my shoulder due to a crack this summer. Could have been worse.
And sorry for that a-hole in the store. Some nerve! The hearing can be jerks, but often it’s due to being clueless, no excuse, though the effect is the same.
For example, I assume no one is listening for bicycles coming up behind them on a sidewalk on a busy street because of ubiquitous headphones. We do have a school for the deaf here, being it’s Austin, the capital of Texas. I’m extra careful around there, which is rarely, moreso near the school for the blind, which I’m much closer to.
The point is at one time I was ringing my bell or saying “bicycle on the left” and the person didn’t move and as I passed I saw no headphones. I just kind of thought they were being a jerk. Well, I was the jerk because they were not hearing. So a good lesson to not assume and be extra safe and cautious biking near pedestrians and also fellow cyclists.
Well, I hope you heal and recover well. And instead bike blogs more often. And write mine more too. Cheers.
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