Not My Luckiest Day

The temporary crown on the rearmost molar on the right side of my lower jaw fell out this afternoon when I was eating a peanut butter sandwich. I called the dentist’s office, and found that I couldn’t see the dentist right away, but I could make an appointment for a new temporary crown to be put in place tomorrow morning. That was tolerable; I had finished my lunch chewing mostly with the front and left of my mouth, which worked well enough.

I walked to the bank this evening to withdraw some cash from the ATM for cabfare to the dentist, and thence to the Patent Office complex in Carlyle, but found that the ATM wasn’t working. I paced back and forth for a few minutes while it rebooted, but gave up. Oh, well, the cabdriver should be willing to accept a credit card.