Two years of school, a licence, and a job the public still thinks is "cleaning teeth." This is the shirt that finally treats it like what it is. GUARDIANS OF THE GUMLINE arches over an engraved heraldic shield, a single tooth held as the charge, cradled in a laurel wreath, and an unfurled ribbon below states the rule of the order: SCALE · POLISH · PROTECT.
There isn't a joke in it anywhere. The whole category is puns in plain type; this is a coat of arms, drawn properly. It's the one a family gives a new RDH at graduation, and the one she keeps.
Soft and easygoing, broken in from the first wear. The shield's field is left open, so the garment itself shows through as the heraldry intended, offered in a range of light shades chosen so the engraved style reads rich.
No year, no cohort, nothing to date it. She'll still be wearing it in ten years.
For the licence, and the years it took.
