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I had a guy call me one Saturday night a few years ago, was during the fall I was watchin some football game in my sweat pants.
Anyway, the guy says he has a severe tooth ache and he had gotten drunk and let some of his buddies try to pull it and that they'd just made it worse, would I come in on Saturday night and pull it for him. Said no at first, but he said he make it worth my time, so off I went in my sweats.
I show up and there's 3 guys waiting on the tailgate of their truck, 2 of them drinking beer and 1 of them laying down holding his face. I have at that point a pretty good idea of which dude I'll be working on.
So I get him in the chair, take an xray, sure enough they'd done about as well as you'd think with a pair of channel locks, so I numb him up and off we go. As I'm working on it, i'm using an elevator (thanks Rainman) to loosen the roots up as they'd broken the crown off down to the gumline. I had to cut a trough around it in the bone to get a purchase point to get leverage but that was no biggie.
Anyway, as i'm working my back is to the doorway into the operatory and I can kind of feel someone standing behind me looking over my shoulder. I kind of look up and it's his two buddies whos names escape me, but we'll call Bill and Mike.
They see me using the tool I've got there, which as I said earlier is kind of like a flat head screwdriver with a bent end, and I hear them talking.
Bill says "damn mike tahts where we messed up, next time we pull one of his teeth we have to use a flat head first to loosen it up". I half heartedly laugh, thinking I'll probably see them on the news in the future or something and extract the tooth.
They offer me a Budweiser, we have one in the parking lot and I leave, only to never see them again.
That was the last time I went in on a weekend for a non patient of record.
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