Recently at dinner, my friend, Forbes, stopped the conversation with an interesting bit of information.
"So, y'all, my tooth fell out."
In between mouthfulls of chips and tacos, I got out a "wha?"
"Y'all want to see it?"
My other dinner amigo, Michael, and I answered at the same time.
Me: Yeah I do!
Michael: Uhhh- gross- why do you have it?
Me: Oh yeah, why do you have your tooth with you?
Forbes: Well it came out about thirty minutes ago. When we first got here.
I stared at him as I finished my margarita. My full margarita. As I made a slurping sound at the bottom of the glass, he rummaged in his shirt pocket and revealed a molar. With the root still attached.
Me: WHAT THE!? FORBES!? YOUR TOOTH FELL OUT AND YOU DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING!?
Michael: Shhhhh... Leila- you're being really loud.
Me: BUT HIS TOOTH FELL OUT!
Michael: Yeah, man, what the hell!?
Forbes: I made a really weird face. I thought y'all would have noticed that.
I snatched the tooth from his hand to inspect it. Yep- sure enough- it was a tooth. (My years of education finally paid off).
Me: Forbes- A FACE!? YOU MADE A FACE!?
Me: You didn't say anything!?
Michael: That is pretty weird- I can't believe you didn't say something. That's really gross.
I immediately turned to Michael and shoved the tooth toward his face, which resulted in him trying to escape the molar by slamming his head into the wall behind him.
Perfect. Teaches him to tell me to shhhh.
I handed the tooth back to Forbes.
Me: You gotta get that taken care of. Tomorrow.
Forbes: I'm cool. Maybe I'll go in on Monday. (Puts tooth back in pocket).
Hopefully the tooth fairy made it rain for him and threw in a few extra chips for the ultimate "I just lost a tooth in the middle of dinner" poker face.