I showed the dentist the false tooth that had fallen out. I sat in the chair while he did the necessary; he exlpained that he'd be using a different cement this time. Hopefully it'll stay in place. My grin is now complete.
On the way out, I asked if I could have the old false tooth; I thought I might put up a picture of it. "Oh," he said, "you already have it." I looked confused. "It's in your mouth," he said.
Waste not, want not.