I went to my dentist yesterday, and after about a half an hour of cleaning and filling I finally could go home. Before I left he stopped me and said,
"Hey man, you better lay off the sweets, you'll get cavities."
I scoffed and replied, "I'll be fine doc."
Today I took a bite into my third chocolate bar and suddenly a jolt of pain shot from my tooth,
I went to the dentist again, running inside. He turned to me and smirked,
"The tooth hurts, doesn't it?"
So I immediately pounced upon the opportunity and forwarded the time in his laptop by 6 hours.
When he returned, I said, "I'm leaving now. It's 5 PM already."
"Oh yes it is," He said, "See you tomorrow."
"It fucking worked!" I thought to myself, as I jolted towards home.
I then enjoyed my entire day and was sleeping peacefully at night, when my phone suddenly rang at 3:15 AM.
He said, "Hurry up, you're 15 minutes late for work."