In a similar vein, or at least bloodletting, a flash back from my childhood:
I had a loose tooth right up front and on the bottom. I kind of liked playing with it that way but my grandmother wanted it pulled. I preferred not. It was a standoff.
Then the ice cream truck came into our neighborhood. The way the streets were laid out, the truck must pass our house twice, once on the way in, again on the way out. I had about 10 minutes to negotiate a dime away from my grandmother.
In short, I sold my tooth for a dime. The string method of extraction was selected, and as the tooth dangled dangled in free space I was out the door to catch the ice cream man.
He wondered why his little customer had blood all over his chin so I explained it to him and I think he laughed about it the rest of the day. But a cold compress, or an Eskimo Pie, will indeed stop bleeding from the mouth.
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