So, let me just start out by saying, I hate going to the dentist. I really do. I don't like it when metal things go into my mouth to prod around in there. It is very uncomfortable. Especially when the lady who is cleaning your teeth is nice, but a little rough. my mouth is so sore it's not funny.
But on another note, when I walked into the office, I signed in and then sat down in one of their chairs. From the dark abyss that lay before me, I could hear the machines whizzing, and I'm pretty sure I hear a cry for help.
while I was sitting there, a man was finishing up his trip to the dentist, and he was making small talk with the receptionist. Their farewell went as follows:
Receptionist: Good by Hank! See you next time.
Hank: Thanks Molly, hey, have you been shooting lately?
Molly: No, I still have two dead ones in my freezer.
Molly and Hank shoot what? I have no idea, but it was so not what I wanted to hear while waiting to have judgement passed on me.
Now, I am going to go and have a big bowl of sugary candy so as to make me feel better. I know, my dentist loves me.
Bex
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