Bob showed up to his afternoon appointment 30 minutes early for once. Great guy. I did my usual small-talk and proceeded to escort him to the chair. As he fumbled into the operatory and took off his backpack, something dropped and I heard a crack as it hit the floor. Now I’m no expert in illicit substances, but I did watch Breaking Bad…twice. Either that was an awfully small and eccentric looking fishbowl, or a crack pipe that just broke into two pieces. The moment was silent. Bob’s eyes rose and met mine. Without missing a beat, Bob composed a sly smile, returned the broken pieces to his backpack, and with a dismissing chuckle said, “Bad habits die hard.” I hope that denture is working well, Bob.