I'm in my old Dentist's office back home in New Mexico.

There is a new guy in Dr. Edwards' and O'Connals office. He was once a Navy dentist.

My back left bottom molar had a cavity, actually several cavities on it's back side, he decided it was best to just remove it.

I told him, " Well my oral surgeon told me that tooth was going to decay, cause the wisdom tooth had impacted it so forcefully."

He pulls out a pare of pliars and starts pulling.

At which point some string of obscenities comes flowing out of my mouth.

I was irate that he was pulling the tooth with no pain killer. Did I mention my dad was there? Yeah.

I can't believe I cussed in front of him. I can't remember what he was doing.

He was on the phone. Talking to some old PNM buddy, ass I cought was "Bob, did you know one of your people was speaking spanish?" I was shocked but was more worried about my tooth. I walked on to the front.

I get up out of the chair and demand to be worked on by Dr. Edwards', he was booked, Dr. Ocannal came out with a look on his face that told me that it wasn't the first time the navy clown had pulled this crap.

At that time the back molar cracked into two pieces.

The receptionist was all, "Well, you will have to be taken care of today now!" As if it was a big inconvienience.

I woke up. A strange feeling in my back left molar.