This is the one about the buck-toothed gal.

Midgets.

You stare at them. You can't help it.

Burn victims.

STARE!

Any freak or misfit you look at.

You know it's wrong....but you always try for at least a glimpse.

This here story is about the buck-toothed gal.

(The second most emabarrassing moment of my life...the first is when I called 4th grade teacher 'Mom')

So anyhow...

Years and years ago Buck-Toothed gal used to come in my shop.

From the very beginning I was fascinated with her teeth.

They were huge and she was pretty. Good figure, charming personality. Sexy.

Buck teeth.

And not just any buck teeth...but BUCK TEETH. Tojo-propoganda style buck teeth.

Choppers.

Bugs Bunnyish buck teeth.

I'd try not to stare.

Yet I always would.

I couldn't wait for her to come back in. Luckily she was a semi-regular and I got to gaze upon those chiclets on a semi-regular basis.

Until one day.

On that day she caught me staring.

I was clearly looking at her buck teeth. I couldn't pretend otherwise.

What could I do??? My mind raced.

I looked right at her bucky-boys.

She looked at me.

I spoke first:

ME: "I love your teeth!"

HER: "Thank you!"

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She kept coming in after that. Always flashing those magnificent buck teeth. Always smiling. Proud of her teeth that I said I loved.

I don't even like buck teeth.

But hers were something. She wore them proudly.

And I had to look at them.

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Then she stopped coming in.

Years and years went by.

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Recently she made an appearance.

I was no longer fascinated by her buck teeth.

She was now fat and old.