You may remember that I have a ruin of house in a small village in Poland, and life in that small village in Poland is never boring.
As I was working in my garden in the village last week, a neighbor lady (from two houses down) who hasn’t spoken to me for about 6 years due to a dispute on our street and the fact that her husband is a sexual deviant, came to the fence to radzić – get some advice. She wanted some advice about a building project, and I guess I am the expert on our street.
Before I could answer her question about new rooves and building permits, she shouted out, “Chyba Pani wstawiała sobie zęby!” Yes, she asked if I had got false teeth as I swiftly noticed that she had a sparkling new set of false teeth herself. I assured her that these teeth were my own, in the sense that they grow out of my head, not in the sense that I have paid my last installment for them. Her response? “Amazing!”
Your teeth? False teeth? No teeth?
No worries, just keep smiling!