Sometimes, things go horribly wrong.
Take my eating a caramel. Normally, that would be a fun experience.
Unless the caramel pulls a crown lose.
And that's what happened to me.
Now, I've got to get me an appointment with a dentist and get this thing fixed. I'm not sure if I'm going to the dentist that put this thing in to start with, or if I'm going to go to a different one. I wasn't exactly all that thrilled with the last dentist, and that's part of why I'm overdue for a dental checkup.
But now, I've got a real good reason to go to the dentist. Or a real bad reason. But a reason, nonetheless.
The Wife will be happy that I'm going to the dentist. Trying to get me to go has been ... wait for it ... like pulling teeth.