Old Doris' Dentures

It seems like only yesterday, although I'm sure nearly 20 years has past.

We were sitting, as we often found occasion to do, at the rail of the White House bar on an early Friday winter evening. Down the bar, a few stools away, sat Old Doris. It was more than obvious that she'd graced the White House with her company for several hours and she was tight, angry and quick to jump into argument. Now this was not a situation in which Doris, or any other of the regular patrons was unaccustomed. About this time who happens along but Tommy, Doris' son-in-law.

"G'd Evening, Doris." Tommy said.

"You Lazy Sunabitch." Doris quickly replied.

Well by now, as I'm sure you'd guess, the gloves were off. Tommy fired back a curt reply and, not to be out done, Doris kept it up–expletives and spittle flying out of Doris' mouth.

The argument grew, the tensions rose and the language from both parties became all the more colorful.

Then in the midst of it all, during a particularly strong vociferation, Doris' full set of store bought dentures flew out of her mouth and along the bar top landing somewhere between her glass of Petri Brandy and Sour and the ashtray filled with her cast off cigarette butts.

Not one to let this unfortunate occurrence interupt a perfectly good argument Old Doris reached between drink and ashtray grabbed up the wayward dentures and popped them back info her mouth never breaking stride in her tirade.