Karen has this dentist downtown, some real old guy. Despite the number of times a day she brushes her teeth, she always ends up with cavities.
"So I'm there, right. He's poking around in my mouth, and he says, 'Now *there's* a cavity just *begging* to be filled."
"What a cool bad pick-up line," says Maria.
"Yeah," says Howard, "but only if he drops his pants and says 'And I got just the tool for it, right *here*."
Karen says, "So I closed my eyes and said, 'Say that again', but he wouldn't. So he's loading up the novocaine and I shake my head and say, 'Uh-uh, no novocaine.' 'But I'm gonna be drilling pretty close to the nerve. How about some gas?"
"Did you--" says Howard, and we all laugh. We've seen what NO2 does to Karen.
"Nope. Nothing. I say, just do it. That tooth is no stranger to friction.'"
"Oh God, you didn't--"
"Yup. It didn't even hit me, what I'd said, until I was coming back, in the cab, and I just start cracking up. Driver kept asking me if I was okay--"
"I wonder if your dentist ever got it. Hope he wasn't involved in some sort of root canal, then busts out laughing--"
"Naaah, he never gets any of my jokes."
"Ah well."