The last Monday of April, Monty came to me and said, “My tooth hurts”. I told him to take a couple Advil. I forgot about it. The next day at work, he grabbed a flashlight and said “look at my tooth”. It was one of his wisdom teeth. It was really swelled up. Holy cow! Monty goes to the dentist in town. I gave him a call and left a message. Lucky for Monty, he took-a-look at it right away; and said he could take it out Friday (on his day off). I asked Monty if he wanted me to go with. He said no, and he'd be fine. A couple shots of Novocain, 20 minutes later, he was done and back to work at MotoProz. Thank goodness for small town service!
