Dental treatment is peanuts

Olive, from County Westmeath, Ireland, arrives in England to live with her daughter and son in law. She is moving because of her poor health and brings with her most of her treasured possessions. These include a small piece of tissue paper in which she has secreted what appear to be five teeth which have broken off her denture.

Having settled in she asks Thomas, 'Do you know where I can get my dentures mended?' 'Of course,' replies Thomas, 'If you give them to me I'll take them to a dental technician.'
Olive duly hands over the rather tired piece of paper which contains some very grubby looking teeth.

He drives to Waterlooville to the dental laboratory. 'How long will it take?' Thomas asks the technician. 'Oh, about an hour, 'smiles the dental expert.' Then I'll wait in the car', says Thomas, 'and read my newspaper.'

An hour passes and the technician appears at the car window holding a plastic bag and the piece of tissue paper. 'That'll be £80, 'requests the specialist, 'but I could only fit four of the teeth to the denture. I'm sorry.' 'That's a pity', comments Thomas, 'what happened to the fifth one?'

'I have it here in the tissue', answers the technician, showing it to Thomas. 'The thing is, he says, 'it's easy to fit the teeth but impossible to fit this peanut.'