Thursday, November 7, 2019
Years of brushing my teeth too hard had caused my gums to recede to the point where I needed oral surgery. And so I found myself reclined in a dentists' chair, having just had four shots of novocaine injected into the roof of my mouth. Yes, it hurt.
While the oral surgeon left me to numb up, a woman with a clipboard asked me some questions. One of them was "Occupation?"
I answered, "Animation."
I elaborated, "I work on cartoons."
"Oh, interesting." she said. "Anything I would know?"
"How old are you?" I asked.
"Thirty two." she said.
I did some quick math, then said, "How about 'The Brave Little Toaster'?"
She squealed. Like a girl. She squealed so loud the dental assistants rushed in to see if she was alright. She turned to them and said, "He did 'The Brave Little Toaster'!"
Then they squealed. Right before me, four professional women morphed into cooing little girls, talking over each other how they had loved that movie growing up.
The one with the clipboard broke through the cacophony. "Oh my god! There's a scary clown in that movie that scared the crap out of me!" She was referring to Toaster's nightmare sequence.
I laughed. "I animated that sequence."
"Really?" she said.