The Gocha.
I got a tooth sick. Starting to spread the face.
I went to the district dentistry. The doctor looked and cried:
Immediately to remove! Eight of them have gone to the ground.” A year ago I had a wisdom tooth removed. 40 minutes with a hammer. Those who survived will understand. But under the threat of a full-scale flux he plunged to the surgeons. And among them is a surgeon named Gocha with a corresponding name. I feel great about Georgians, honestly, but all these conversations about the purchase of diplomas by the Caucasians... In short, I tried to get to another specialist.
I go into the office and see - at the reception my tormentor is tormenting another victim. And next to the empty chair stands a man of a clearly expressed "Caucasian nationality". I froze in the door, feverishly wondering if my unfortunate tooth will suffer until Monday (the case was on Friday). And then the man noticed me and, smiling, asked, “Girl, what do you have?”
Encouraged by the appeal "girl", and I have already crossed the "Balsakov age", I say, "We need to remove the eight." And then he, theatrically stretching his hands, said with pathos: "Well, explain me why, when you need to get rid of the virginity, they go to whom it came, and how to get rid of the eight, so to us - to the dentists?!" The people in the office, and there the sisters were turning, a couple of brothers unfortunately sat, and crumbled. I was just tired of surprise. I say, “I don’t even know what to say to you. Would you promise me that if I need it again, I’ll only turn to you?“”
In general, he made me anesthetic, took some instrument, began to knock on his teeth, "Is it so painful?" “No” “And so?” “No” “Is that so?” “No” “Here is my eight.” I almost cried out of happiness.
Then he gave me his card. On one side of the photo: he gently embraces a wooden crocodile with nail teeth. And another inscription:
"The fact that you have teeth is not your merit, but my lack of work."
I love you Gooch. More such doctors.
of Kharkov.