I was fitted for a new crown yesterday. That comes across as rather grandiose: as if merely going about my day-to-day business wearing a crown wasn't enough for me that I actually need to have one made to measure, rather than just pick one up off the peg, at the crown shop. Unfortunately, the reality was, as always, rather more mundane. And not because I was after a run-of-the-mill crown, the sort you would wear every day to the office rather than reserve for special occasions, one that you hope doesn't attract too much attention, but blends inconspicuously into the background; on the contrary, I was not getting the kind you wear at all, but one of those that is used to repair a fractured tooth. And things do not get much more mundane than repairing fractured teeth.
You would have thought it was a straightforward enough business: a few deft measurements by the dentist, a nugget of gold hammered into shape on his fiery anvil, a spot of glue, and there you have it. But no, it seems a somewhat more involved process, requiring filling my mouth with quick-setting putty, possibly in order to get a realistic cast of my teeth; which seemed over the top, as I'm sure my teeth look pretty much like teeth generally do. And then he had the audacity to charge me a huge sum of money for the privilege. You could have got a real crown for the price.
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