Me: "Oh, that is too bad" (about her back).
LL (Local Lady): "Yeah, I will take it to the grave"
There was silence so I continued reading
LL: "Can I ask you a question?"
Me: "Sure" I was not at all prepared for what she was about to ask.
LL: "Are those false teeth?" Yes, she was refering to my teeth.
Me: "No, these are my own teeth"
LL: "Really?"
Me: "Yes" At this point I tapped on them thinking that might convince her.
LL: "Fair dinkum?"
Me: "Honestly, they are real"
This continued for about a minute and a half at which point I could tell she still didn't believe me.
LL: "Do you think these are my real teeth?"
During our time so close together on the bench I got a good look at her teeth. They were brown and chipped.
Me: "I'd say those are real" Could they be anything but?
LL: "Nope, they're false teeth" She exclaimed this quite proudly.
The conversation carried on. I was made to guess a few more things (such as her husband's age, Eighty-nine, if you are interested). She asked a few more questions such as "How old are you?" (She thought I was 16), "Where are you from?", "Where in the world is Canada?". We said our good-byes.
After the our conversation I had two thoughts:
- How could those teeth be false teeth? I always thought false teeth equalled teeth that looked too perfect.
- She thought I had false teeth. She thought I was 16. Who has a full set of false teeth at 16?


