Crown

So, there I was, minding my own business, driving east on Eglinton Ave. from the wilds of Mississauga toward the city......chewing gum......blasting Blonde on Blonde and singing along.....off key.....when my gum lifted a crown on a molar on the right side of my mouth....off its base. Shit, I thought. Better not swallow it. I didn't. I do have a hole in my head where the crown once was. It is going to be mid-week before I get to my dentist, given my schedule this week.