Message #293751

[franksolich]

I handed the plumber twenty-five dollars, and resigned to that I was really there, he escorted me to the back porch.  He had just gotten home from work, and had not a chance to clean himself after spending the day plumbing.

He flexed his arms, showing me in Greek that he was very strong, and so it was best that I did exactly what he told me to do.

But I already knew that; I was no weakling myself, but I had been impressed by his muscularity.  This was a guy one didn't fool around with.

Then he slapped both sides of my face.  I have no idea why; perhaps to check "reaction" or something.

I opened my mouth wide, as instructed, and he drove in the pincers, to the upper left wisdom tooth.  It came out right away, clinking into the chipped enamelware basin; in fact, it came out so fast I was startled.

Then the plumber took a cotton ball dipped in bichloride of mercury, and jammed it into the now-vacant space.

I protested; bichloride of mercury was poison.

"Kills germs too," the plumber reminded me, in Greek.

Ignoring my protests, the plumber then drove in the pincers, to the lower left wisdom tooth.  It too came out right away, after which more bichloride of mercury.

temporarily interrupted and locked because an income-tax customer just dropped in, to pay his bill and chitchat