Jan 12, 2010 16:20
I was sort of bemused by the adolescent looking oral surgeon Aaron saw today, with his Taylor Lautner hair, charming grin, and converse sneakers. I refrained from making Doogie Howser jokes, even when he told me that Aaron's "extra" tooth (or supernumerary, like the big doctors call it) may or may not be able to be saved, due to an accident he had when he was two that shoved all of his baby teeth into his gums. (That's an horrific story for another day, let me tell you.) I refrained from making an age crack until the nurse handed me the TWELVE HUNDRED DOLLAR bill for services rendered.
Then I asked her, "Can pre-teen doctors charge that much?"
She just giggled.
You can't blame me, can you?
aaron,
horrific adult story