Money Monday

Today's task was a check-up at the dentist.  I left work a little early to get to the other side of Arlington for my appointment.  I like my dentist, I really do, but it seems like every time I step foot in her office I walk out in need of a crown.  Ching-cha-ching

As usual, the hygienist started with x-rays and followed that with a vigorous teeth cleaning.  It wasn't until the cleaning was finished that she told me the regular dentist was out today.  I'd be seeing a stand-in.

And just like that, the money signs disappeared from my head. Certainly, no stand-in dentist is going to find a reason to charge me more.  Even if she did see something, for sure she'd want to wait for my real dentist to see it in another 6 months, right?

Wrong.  The next thing I knew we were all looking at a picture of my bottom left molar.  The hygienist and dentist, of course, referred to the tooth by its given number but I didn't pay attention.  I was too busy looking at the tiny crack in the tooth.  I knew what that meant.

Ching-cha-ching, I'll be back in two weeks to get fitted for my crown.