Chapter #8 Outline
"PICKPOCKETS AND DENTISTS"
Chapter eight mainly covers my need for putting up with so many nerve-wracking Parisian experiences. I share a few of the harrowing scuffles, Pierre, Sport, and I have with pickpockets, explaining in graphic detail, my anger, and frustration. I tell of expecting and surviving so many encounters, and then learning to enjoy unleashing my stifled aggression; cold-bloodedly and violently turning to revenge on these loathsome, pimples-on-nose-of-societies, foul smelling pieces of cat scat!
The second half of this chapter gives a small sample of bizarre dealings with French dentists, including a root canal without Novocain (compliments of Pierre’s dentist), and extensive dental surgery after curare (a paralyzing agent) -- but before anesthesia! Also, emergency doggy dental work, pulling a front tooth, and recommending braces to correct Sports smile! I explain recently paying off my son’s, unbelievably expensive orthodontist, and having no burning desire to start over again – with my dog! I describe these nightmarish ordeals honestly, but from a humorous point of view. I end by confessing after bad-mouthing the terrible dentistry in Europe; it is only fair to admit knowing all too-many American dentists -- who should be on this list!