Living in the past

No, this has nothing to do with a Jethro Tull song even if me does love the band.
Me be thinking about an incident that me believes be worth telling even if it raises the hackles on the back of yer neck in the same way as nails scraping the blackboard be do.

The event took place some thirteen years ago on a sunny afternoon while Me were walking from a convenience store to the parking lot where me kept me car. Me were on me way to teach an English lesson to some high school students who hated being in an after school study program, so me were not in a rush to get there and hoping to kill some time by meandering around the neighborhood.

Me made the usual purchases that one does at a 7-11, smokes, beverage and on that particularly fateful day, a package of almond covered chocolates.

As yours truly were strolling down the street casually munching on he snacks and sipping from the bottle of carbonated sugar water; a renegade chocolate found its way into me egregious maw and upon the comencement of mastication there were a distinct feeling that something weren't quite kosher. The almond, which should have been somewhat resiliant to the gnashing of me molars decided not to go down without a fight.

That particular nugget lodged itself into a weak spot in the enamel coating and split the damned thing! Me were standing in the middle of a fairly busy sidewalk spittin' out chocolate half chewed nuts and part of a tooth. Luckily it didn't work it's way through more than the surface or me might've passed out right there in front of a multitude of strangers.

Some years later and two weeks ago. Me were scoffing down a box of locally made sweets with a determined sense of gusto, when all of a sudden it were deja vu all over again.

While biting into a candy covered nut Me felt the cap that were placed on me tooth all those years ago give way. This time me were spittin out hot coffe, silver half eaten nuts as well as confectionary.

The Monster be living without any insurance at the moment and has no recourse to inexpensive dental care. Now me be living on yoghurt, white bread and nothing harder or more sticky than a plate of day old spaghetti.

Me not wantin to complain about me problems.

Me thinks that such things be better off handled on one's own, but me just wanted you to know that iffin the way me be talkin to all youse folks out there be seeming kinda odd, it be becausing that me be dealing with a jagged tooth that won't let me eat, speak or move me mouth normally without fear of doing worse damage or shredding the inside of me cheek.

The Vixen might like that me be kinda quiet these days.

Me no chewin the fat.