Before the operation, I had to do a sanitation. It was ordered to remove up to 3 teeth - one on the right and two on the left. The surgeon warned that all three rubs should not be carried out at once. We agreed to break one on Friday and two more on Monday.

Everything went according to plan. I come on Monday, I go to the surgical department, and there we have 4 chairs, three of them are occupied by the unfortunate, whose teeth are rubbing. The surgeon sneezes what he has learned and stretches his hand for the medical card. I take it and say:

Hi to you! I pulled out your tooth on Friday, I liked it so much, can you pull out two more?

There was silence in the department. Everyone was waiting for him to answer. An elderly surgeon suddenly raised my eyes and suddenly decided to play:

Yes, of course sit down!

My teeth broke in total silence. Until the last day, nobody believed he would do it. And just accompanying me to the hallway after removal, I saw sparkles in his eyes - the joke clearly liked him.