PART ACCOUNTANT, PART ORTHODONTIST ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

The Accountant -- known for spreading out his confidential paperwork all over Our Favorite Starbucks -- was present and accounted for at 7th and Montana this morning. In fact, he sat at my table and, moments later, was joined by his wife. "Tell me," I said, "I always see you hard at work with your calculator ... what is it exactly that you do?" "I'm an accountant," he confirmed, "But I work mainly for my wife. She's a Dentist." "Ahh," I said, "It all makes sense." "Yes," he replied, "And if you don't mind my saying so, you need Braces." I ran my tongue over my teeth and flashed back to the years I spent wearing braces as a teenager. "I think your husband is trying to drum-up some business for you," I said, turning to his wife. The two of them exchanged a brief look, then spoke to each other in Armenian. "You look fine," she said, "No need for braces!" I thanked her, then promptly sank my teeth into the Sunday Crossword Puzzle ...!