Trauma in the chinese restaurant
Wednesday, January 31st, 2007
It all started while I was eating my egg roll.
Susan picked me up from work last night and convinced me to go to her favorite chinese restaurant, Chen Express, over in Mountain Brook. It’s a hole in the wall kind of place but I can always go for a good egg roll.
As we were getting situated at a table, a dad walks in with three girls probably around the ages of eight or nine. He was a typical Mountain Brook dad - black suit, tie, expensive shoes and looking like he didn’t know what to do with three girls.
After they order and the egg rolls are delivered, all of a sudden Susan and I hear a squeal. One of the girls is up holding her mouth. Her front tooth was really loose and evidently the moo goo gai pan had made it almost ready to fall out.
Come to find out the dad at the table - isn’t HER dad. She rushes over to him and begs him to pull it. He starts to wiggle it around and loosen it up. It just won’t budge. So finally he jerks; she screams; she bleeds and there is chaos.
Susan whisks her off to the bathroom and asks for some ice so she can rinse her mouth out with ice water. I’m trying to calm the two other little girls who are now screaming also. And the dad is trying to keep blood from getting on his very expensive suit.
I’m glad I don’t lose teeth anymore. It is a very traumatic experience. I’ll never look at an egg roll the same way again.
