Một lần nữa mong các ac nếu ai có cmt trả lời thì cmt tránh tránh làm người khác tự ái nhé.hổm rài thấy mấy truong hợp mà do ko phải nói mình nên ko nói.Vâng .cổ vũ tinh thần.đây là hình mới nhất sau hơn 6 tháng niềng.hôm nào xin file bsĩ ảnh before up lên cho mọi người xem.kinh lắm.h tự tin hơnchút
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Sau khi tháo, tình hình răng cỏ vẫn ổn. Có điều hơi lười mang Hawley retainer, chỉ mang buổi tối. Sau khi đọc lời khuyên trên mạng của nha sĩ thì quyết định phải chăm chỉ hơn "đeo 24/7 trong suốt 1 năm, sau 1 năm thì đeo mỗi tối, sau 2 năm thì đeo vài tối/tuần" nếu không thì công trình mấy năm trời coi như đổ sông đổ bể. May mà chưa đến nỗi nào. Hơi hở 1 tẹo
Có truyện này khá giống case của mình, up cho các bạn đọc chơi.
Đại khái là cái tội không mang hộp đựng retainer theo khi ra ngoài ăn. Lúc tháo ra cất thì gói ghém trong khăn giấy (vì sợ người khác nhìn tưởng mình đeo răng giả)
Sau khi ăn xong thì xách đít đi về, retainers ở lại :(
Sau đó gấu nhà mình phải quay lại lục thùng rác tìm. May còn tìm thấy. Hehe
One night, while we were busy, a lady from one of my tables approached me to tell me that her teenaged daughter had lost her retainer. To wit, the girl had not brought a retainer case with her, and had wrapped her retainer up in a napkin, and when we bussed some dishes from the table, apparently the napkin-wrapped retainer had been carried off. This has happened a few times in the past, to much eye-rolling from those of us on the staff. Okay, no problem...we are busy, but we can handle this.
So.....my manager and I grab some plastic gloves, tell everyone to stop throwing trash in the trash cans, and spend a good 10-15 minutes looking for the darn thing, digging through, well, nasty restaurant trash. Ugh. Periodically I update the lady about our lack of progress. She does not seem happy, but she is at least understanding that it is not OUR fault that this happened. Well finally, my manager (bless her perseverance) finds the buried treasure, and we rinse it off, return the trash cans to where the staff can start using them again, and (placing it in a plastic to go container so we don't have to touch it), return the retainer to the lady, feeling rather triumphant.
At this point, she asks, "But where is the other half?"
ME:
MY MANAGER:
BOTH OF US: "HUH?!?!?!?!"
Yep, apparently this was a two part retainer (upper and lower), and in all that time while we had been digging through trash and updating them on what was going on, not one of the geniuses at the table bothered to tell us that we were looking for TWO pieces rather than one. At that moment, I felt perfectly capable of taking these people's lives. Remember, this was a BUSY NIGHT! Trying to contain our complete contempt for the mental capacity of these genetic defectives, my manager and I went BACK in the back to dig some more, and miraculously found the other half of the retainer.
The lady thanked us profusely, and was very nice about it, and after all that, after giving them good service to begin with and then bending over backwards to accommodate their double act of stupidity, what happened? (You can see this one coming, can't you?) Yep, after all that, this lady rewarded me with a "generous" 10% (or a bit lower) tip. And people wonder why I tend to be cynical regarding humanity's collective intelligence.