Sometimes try to ask what the protocols are
when the teeth are being cleaned by a stranger. Is it rude to close
the eyes. Or is it rude to keep the eyes open.
I lived a long time without a left front tooth. Exacerbated
by a pronounced scar on my left brow. The look was hardly conducive
to that perfect symmetry so many minds incline toward.
But it did mean I was always served quickly by a busy barman, often won
quarrels so long as they did not get physical, and never survived an
interview if I was wearing a suit.
I now have a fraud in my mouth, my eyebrow appears to have recovered,
but I am frequently asked what happened to the fingers on my left hand.
Were I suspicious by nature, or paranoid, I might wonder why my left side
has this peevish trait.