A nutty thing happened during one of my performances at the Promenade yesterday. While I was in the middle of the cups and balls routine, this crazy lady put something into my doctors bag that appeared to be a small folded up piece of paper. I looked at her quizzically an said, "Did you just put a bindle of cocaine in my bag?" I followed that by saying to the audience innocently, ". . . NOT that I know what a bindle of coke looks like, mind you". She sheepishly nodded no. She left and I went on with the routine. Later after the show I was curious as to what the paper was all about. I carefully unfolded the paper and saw something that just grossed me out. A large piece of one of her teeth. Disgusting!
Not so disgusting that I didn't want to bring it home, take a picture of it and share it with you here. But that wasn't meant to be. Uri the classical guitar playing psychic asked me what was in the paper. I showed it to him and told him what I wanted to do with it. He told me that was a very bad idea. He added that if I brought it home, it would surely bring me bad luck. I immediately walked to a nearby trash can and threw it away. Good riddance. Last thing I need is bad luck.
The molar of the story is that tooth is stranger than fiction.
OK not funny. . . . But I keep on trying.
3 comments:
Can you really be sure it was her tooth?
I can't help but think of the scene from The Big Lebowski...
Walter Sobchak: You want a toe? I can get you a toe, believe me. There are ways, Dude. You don't wanna know about it, believe me.
The Dude: Yeah, but Walter...
Walter Sobchak: Hell, I can get you a toe by 3 o'clock this afternoon... with nail polish. These fucking amateurs...
to thine own self be tooth!
to thine own self be tooth!
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