Art imitates life_The Dentist

I've had a rather unfortunate history with dentists starting at a very young age. I remember getting a tooth pulled on my birthday 2 years in a row when I was a kid. I remember we had this weird little baby blue treasure chest that we kept them in. I just looked it up and surprisingly they're still a thing. Not sure what the relationship between treasure chests and violent, bloody tooth extractions is, but it apparently still exists.

Like these, but more 80's

I even had a dentist straight up lie to me about how many wisdom teeth he pulled once. I don't think he was supposed to take all 4 wisdom teeth out, but it was definitely supposed to be 2 or 3. I remember going to the dentist a few years later with tooth pain, and it was my wisdom teeth. I had told the new dentist that I'd had them all pulled, but the x-ray clearly proved that not to be the case. The bastard only took out 1.

"Yep, that should take care of it. All 4 wisdom teeth out. Hey, where's your mom?"

The new dentist wasn't able to get them all out either, but at least he didn't lie about it. I ended up letting the last one just come through. I looked at it as a free tooth. Yeah, it was rough for a few weeks, but once it came through it was the nicest tooth I had.

"Bro lied to you"