During World War II my father was transferred to a military base and was expected to undergo a full medical and dental examination. He had the medical checkup as soon as he reported for duty, but neglected to visit the camp dentist.
A few weeks later a messenger arrived at his office and asked when they could expect him to report for the dental check. My father took his false tooth, out placed them in a packet and scribbled a note to the dentist,
"Please have these back by teatime-we could be having buns!"