Dentures, Part 3

I apologize for this long-overdue posting. I’m sure you’ve been waiting on the edge of our seat to see what would come of the Affordable Dentures saga. (If you have no idea what I’m talking about, then you may want to do your homework and read my previous posts).

It was my very last day of work in Covington, and I knew that it was now or never. Admittedly, I was nervous about the task at hand; but gosh darn it, I was going to follow through. The closest I had come to any physical interaction was the drive-by, and even then I was nervous. I kept thinking to myself, “What if they are on to me? What if they chase after me in their beat-up old trucks, weathered confederate flags flapping in the wind? What if they bite me with there brand new (yet affordable!) fake pearly whites?”

This was the risk I was willing to take – for you, for me, and for our freedom. I was going to solve the mystery of Affordable Dentures.

I drove down Interstate 20, camera, pen, notepad, and ball cap in the seat next to me. I was wearing shorts, a college-looking t-shirt, and flip flops. The customers waiting outside Affordable Dentures would never suspect that I wasn’t a Georgia State student, swinging by to write an article for my journalism class.

As I passed Conyers, I practiced my lines in my head. I didn’t want to show up and be a bumbling idiot. I tried to think up a fake name too. I’m pretty bad at fake names. I always seem to take a famous person’s first name, and a different star’s last name. So I end up with something like Tom Elway, or James Hefner. I’m not too creative in that department.

It was about 7:45am as I drove past Affordable Dentures on the interstate. I was happy to see a healthy line of people waiting outside. I took the next exit and pulled off into a gas station parking lot. I put on my hat and took out my camera to check its settings. If I ended up having only one opportunity for a close-up shot, I wanted it to be a good one.

At last, it was go time.

The only problem…there was nothing to go on. I pulled into the Affordable Dentures parking lot just in time to see the last person queuing outside walk in the door. They had just opened up for business, and I had just lost my line of interviewees.

But don’t fret. Although I didn’t unravel the mystery, nor take a Pulitzer Prize winning photograph, my father came to the rescue when he sent me this: