The root canal took place in three steps, carried out by the dentist and his endontist wife. Apparently, an endontist is a dental surgeon who only does root canals. First, the husband dentist examined Neil's teeth. Second, the wife endontist came over and did the root canal. Third, at five o'clock, we had to come back again and have the husband dentist put a crown on it.
While Ryan and I waited during the root canal, the husband dentist gave us two SoHo magazines to raed, which is Colombia's version of playboy. Ryan got the eco edition, which taught how to stay green and stay sexy at once. And I got the Mom and Daughter edition.
I know deep down in my heart of hearts that I have a gold mine on my hands. A reality tv show about this couple. They work in an office together, and even collaborate in the root canals, in such a way that the petite-and-unassuming wife suddenly lets the big dog out and orders her tall, commanding husband around to much comedic effect. They also have two children, who according to the mom, are a handful. The children leave room for all sorts of "Can they balance work and family?" action, with plenty of admiration for this supermom that can. Oh yeah, she is also a lecturer at an endontics college. Finally, the husband and wife are both super attractive. The wife is like a typical latina babe, 41 years old but still got it, with dyed purple-red hair. The husband is older, getting into silver fox territory. He looks like a dude in a Just For Men "Touch of Grey" commercial, with salty little tips. Mos tof the comedy in this reality show happens when backpackers look them up in lonely planet, so there are all sorts of zany characters from around the world in and out, and therefore lots of room for cultural misunderstandings.
The hardest part of the root canal was paying. Neil had to pay in cash. But he left his debit card at home, so he could only get out like $20 with his credit card. Ryan and I had to front him the rest. But we had to pay in two installments (after each operation), so it was back and forth to this atm accross the street. Neil now owes Ryan and I 123,000 pesos a piece ($60).
Last night Ryan and I played chess and hung out with this german and a croatian.
I love reading all about your travels You;re a hilarious writer Lewis. Feel better, Neil! Miss you Ryan!! Waiting for you in Brooklyn!
hey lewis. is it necessary to tell the world of my ever-building debt to you? do you get some sick pleasure out of it?
and i would like everyone to know that lewis owes ME 5000 pesos at the moment.
i enjoyed this post, especially the imaginative musings on a possible tv show. although the fourth paragraph did not occur in actuality, it is possibly longer than the other paragraphs combined.
i also understand the glory of acting as translator, being the bridge of communication between two people who otherwise would have to resort to primitive motions/Pictionary. if it weren't for you two, who knows what the dentist would've done. does neil owe you more than 123,000 pesos?
--Michelle