There’s a broken tooth in my quesadilla

So I was at work doing the only thing that makes work bearable, shooting the scheiße, and one of the guys I’m talking to mentions that the other guy’s tooth is missing. A little background, the guy whose tooth is missing, had all his teeth a week ago. That’s it for background. I need to hear the story. First thing I think is he must have been in a fight, and someone broke his tooth. And when I say his tooth is broken, it’s actually completely snapped off at the gum line.

He was driving down the freeway, and eating a quesadilla, when he feels something crunchy in his quesadilla. He puts down his quesadilla and pulls the crunchy object out of his mouth. What the?!? So he realizes it’s his tooth and starts to feel around his mouth with his tongue to figure out which tooth is broken. His left incisor is gone.

The amazing part of the story… He keeps the car on the road. Imagine you are driving down the road eating a quesadilla and you realize there’s a tooth in it. First thing I’m panicked, whose tooth is it? Upon realizing it’s mine, I’m now slowly blacking out. Which tooth? Don’t be in the front, don’t be in the front. It’s in the front. Car starts swerving, I’m naseaus, and now out of control. An accident results, maybe I survive, but maybe I don’t. What does everyone think? Oh he must have broken his tooth in the accident. No people! NO! The broken tooth caused the accident. Just another example of how the hip breaks, and then you fall.