George's Teeth

Date: 8/13/2022

Old friend, now retired, comes to the Centre to ask about his teeth. We're hosting volunteer art making for Parade. Lots of young workers. The man is small in the way of old people, but elegant in a plaid suit and Fedora. Tells me his new teeth are ready, the ones we fund raised for, but he went to the Head Office and they chased him away. Said he has to wait. "Probably want to have some goofy presentation ceremony," I guess. Assholes. "I'll call them Monday morning and get your teeth." He puts his hat back on and walks out the door, bit of style in his step, like a black and white movie star. George R with a bit of Luis M.