THE CURSE OF FERNANDA

It's Saturday night and I just met with Fernanda on the corner of 3rd and Mission St. She just got out of her car and we walk to 111 Minna to see Rony's gallery. She mentions to me her wisdom teeth hurt and she needs to get them removed. The next morning I wake up with my tooth hurting. I can hardly eat which is extremely aggravating (I'm the type of person that gets really pissy when they are hungry). The pain swells as the hours go on and by Monday afternoon, the tooth is removed by a dentist I found on Yelp. Hey, I know what you're saying... but it was smooth sailing and the guy even called me a few hours personally to check in on how I was doing. Fernanda, I will never forgive you for this.