I don't recall for sure what I got from the Tooth Fairy when I was a single digit tyke. I seem to remember nice shiny dimes under the pillow in the morning but all memories from a half century ago must be regarded as suspect. I understand my grandkids are doing considerably better in the business.
And if it is a business, well, the Tooth Fairy is a scamster on the level of the shadiest of Nigerian Princes.
We lose 20 baby teeth. If I got a dime a piece and invested it at what once was a reasonably expected 7% annually. I'd now have the (not Nigerian) princely sum of $83.
And let me tell ya, when through bad luck, bad heredity and just maybe a few foolish things like crimping fishing sinkers you have a tooth that cracks badly enough to be extracted?
$83 bucks won't get you far.
Well there is a time for economy and a time to (oops, not gonna bite any bullets!) do what needs doing. With the aid of lots of IV sedation I can report that the entire procedure might just as well have happened to somebody else.
And my better half wrote the check before I returned to this planet, so that's helpful. I burned a few spousal credits on this deal, probably putting me back to negative numbers after - I swear - months of being an absolute paragon.
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