March 7, 2012
Remember when George Senior went to a grocery store and was overcome with amazement by the scanning machines?
Well, I went to my brother-in-law the dentist this morning to get a crown. I expected the usual: take an impression, give me a temporary, send the impression to the lab, wait two weeks, eat Milk Duds, lose my crown, spend a week with fangs cutting my tongue, then finally go back to the dentist and get my crown installed.
Nope. Welcome to Tomorrow Land, brought to you by Daniel, my dentist.
What a machine. He takes pictures of my teeth with a magical device, which creates a 3D image, which he can manipulate on the screen, then send to a second magical machine, which then carves my crown out whatever you want (a rock, the sole of a shoe, a muffin, or a chip off of a porcelain toilet). Then he bakes the crown in a nuclear reactor, and glues it to your gums.
I feel like such a Rube. Now I’m the guy amazed by the grocery store scanner.
But at least I’m back to Milk Duds.