Tootsie: My tooth exploded. Five pieces. See, here.
(Hands over plastic envelope of tooth
fragments).
Toothsmith. Cracked and broke. Not exploded.
Tootsie: It sounded like it. Suddenly my mouth
was filled with shrapnel.
Toothsmith: Tootsie, you’re exaggerating.
Tootsie: I don’t exaggerate. I’m an
expressionist. I explain.
Toothsmith: Exactly. I rest my case.
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Voice-over
Tootsie told us later that there were actually
five others in the dentist’s waiting room whose teeth had exploded. All had
recently eaten spinach from Fukushima. Isn’t the conclusion irrefutable? At
least for an expressionist. The Toothsmith (whose real name was Goldsmith), was
skeptical.
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