The regular bunch of Thursday night teacher's pets pitched for their weekly Thursday-night dosage of scrapping therapy. The norm is a jar with choccies on the table which is more often than not raided within 5 minutes of the pets' bums hitting their chairs. Might I add though, Tha Teacha also gets offered a choccie now and then - regardless of the fact that she does not need any fattening up as it is. Whilst munching away at a bite size 'Bar One', one of the pets worriedly said: 'What's wrong with this chocolate, there's something hard in it ...' and hurriedly grabbed a scrap piece of paper and spat out the contents of her mouth onto it. Gross I say. Upon scrutinising the spit-out she came across a small white piece of hard substance .... yes I know what you are all thinking ... and you are absolutely right in your suspicion ... its a piece of enamel and it belonged to a tooth. Now it was finding out whose tooth and which tooth. So the search commenced with the pet herself. Whilst flashing a Wide open trap (wider open it could not be) in the face of her fellow pets, everyone was forced to scrutinise each tooth to make sure its in tact. It was not long before the damaged tooth was spotted. (See pic below - third tooth from right - top jaw). Well before one could say 'Bar One', the trap was shut and stayed shut for most of the evening.
The poor pet emailed Tha Teacha the next day:
"Just for info - I've just been to the Dentist this morning - What a drama - apparently with this plastic thing in my heart (she has recently undergone a heart procedure - R68k later) I'm not allowed the injection as it has adrenaline in it and with any invasive procedure I now need to be on an antibiotic for an hour before the procedure - can you bloody believe it?? So there I sat with no anesthetic this morning having my tooth done as I was absolutely not gonna have to come back again - It wasn't too bad as apparently the break wasnt too deep. Isn't life always interesting!!!"
So the moral of the story 'Beware of those BAR ONE's containing enamel'
TWIST No.2:
Once the situation returned to normal during the class, it was announced that another pet, Beverley, was celebrating her 27th wedding anniversary the same day. Congratulations did the rounds. What a big achievement in modern day society where marriage certificates can be bought, used and thrown away like a disposable object. Beverley, you and hubby deserve a medal. I know you are ultra camera shy, but a least you now have a pic of you taken on your 27th anniversary with all your teeth in tact!
Here's to the next 27 years together!
- Weary of the 27th Bar One, Signing Off


