Four weeks later I received a call that my new teeth were ready. It was a very exciting day, considering I had been eating nothing but pudding and baby food for a month. The dentist unveiled my new teeth in his office and it nearly stopped my heart. Their beauty was so exquisite I began a crying fit that lasted most of the morning and did not finish until he threatened to smash my new teeth with his Eiffel Tower paper weight, unless I stopped.
They were a perfect fit. To celebrate I decided to go to the fanciest restaurant I knew and have my first real meal in a month, but the drive thru was too busy, so I picked up a beef and bean burrito at the nearest food truck and drove to the ocean to watch the sun set.
Because I live in the middle of the country, it took me fourteen and a half hours to get there and I was nearly stabbed by a hitchhiker twice, but it was worth it.
I parked on the beach, next to an elderly couple sun tanning, and unwrapped my cold burrito. It was the perfect spot, even with all the people yelling at me to get my car off their volleyball court. With a smile on my face, I took a large bite of the burrito. I'm the kind of person that prides himself in admitting when I'm wrong, and boy, is this one of those times. Pain, is the first word that comes to mind when thinking about that meal. Pain from the crystals shattering in my mouth, pain from the shards scraping my throat with every swallow, pain from the life guard hitting me with his water noodle. All in all it was a bad experience.
The reason I'm writing this, is to share my experience with others, so they don't make the same mistakes as me. My suggestion is that you never use quartz as a substitute for teeth, and most importantly, never buy burritos from a food truck.