An elderly woman was out walking her dog in the park when she accidentally dropped her dentures into the tall grass.
She searched frantically, bending over and combing through the weeds, but they were nowhere to be found.
A man passing by noticed her struggling and asked, “Ma’am, did you lose something?”
“My dentures,” she sighed. “I dropped them somewhere around here.”
“Oh, that’s not too bad,” the man said casually. “Here—try this pair.”
He handed her a set. She popped them in, frowned, and shook her head. “Too big.”
“Alright, how about these?” he said, offering another pair.
She tried again. “No, these are too small.”
The man reached into his bag one last time and handed her a third set.
She slipped them in… paused… then smiled wide.
“Perfect! These fit just right!” she said happily. “Thank you so much! Do you happen to have a business card? I’ve been looking for a good d*ntist for ages.”
The man gave a small grin and replied,
“Dentist? Oh no… I’m an *nd*rtaker.”
