As if going to the dentist isn’t bad enough. Over the course of a single visit, you have the distinct probability of being subjected to novocaine, rootbeer flavored fluoride, and Highlights magazine. Not fun.
Now, there’s nothing really wrong with dentists themselves; in fact, my dentist is a pretty cool guy–for the most part. His only fault is his insistence to pursue small talk with me while he is up to his knuckles in my teeth.
Does he realize that I can’t possibly answer him? I find it hard to believe that somebody who has undergone several years of both university and dental school can remain this oblivious. Yet, every 6 months…
Dr. Moron: “So, what have you been up to lately?”
I’m beginning to think that all dentists do this as a sort of game, called “See How Uncomfortable We Can Make Our Patients”.
Patients: I have a new game for you who are tired of this Pet Peeve of mine. It’s called “See How Many Times You Can Bite Your Dentist’s Fingers Before He Stops Trying To Talk To You”.