Here’s something that actually happened to me one day.
I was on a walk with my sister on a drizzly day. We walked past the local high school, where there were a few kids skating and generally falling down a lot.
I don’t know why I looked down, but I happened to glance at the grass next to the wide sidewalk. There was a white thing in the grass, very shiny and clean and obvious.
It was a human molar, roots and all.
I stopped, looked at the kids skating, and picked up the tooth. I walked over to them and held it out.
“Anyone lose a tooth?” I asked. I really wasn’t sure what they would say.
But they stared at me for a second, and then slowly, they all looked at one kid, who put his hand up.
“Is this it?” I asked, and held out the tooth I’d found in the grass.
He looked into my hand, and with a stunned expression, nodded and held his hand out for it.
I dropped it into his hand, and the other skate kids came over to look.
One kid slapped him on the back and said, “Holy shit, dude, there it is!”
My sister and I laughed and kept walking.
But I always wondered what that kid did with his tooth, and how he lost it in the first place. I know sometimes dentists can put a lost tooth back in — it won’t be a living tooth anymore, but you won’t have a big gap where it fell out. Or at least, I’d heard that. And how did he pop out a whole tooth, a molar no less, without cracking the tooth or his jaw?
Maybe he put it on a necklace. That would be great.
At any rate, he got it back, and we both have a funny story.
