We're heading for Jeff City today because I'm scheduled to participate in another one of those painful '50 question quiz, no answers allowed' type thing. Why is it that dentists are so talkative anyway? As soon as they get your mouth stuffed with their fingers and tools they begin, "How is it at the lake? Catching any fish? Very many boats on the water now? How is Dory doing?" I bet they spend a lot of their spare time talking to mirrors. I can only watch the face and I've seen a smirk like look on it that seems to say they enjoy my pain and frustration caused by the unanswerable questions or it could be they're trying to refrain from saying, "Good god Gertie," as they peer into my mouth.
Anyway, I would say that if you're feeling low and can't think of a biggy to look forward to, go visit your dentist. I assure you in less than five minutes into the cleaning ordeal you'll have a big something to look forward to. When it finally comes as the session ends, a great feeling of relief and satisfaction will hop on your shoulders and ride out the door with you. That is if the stop at the desk for paying up and rescheduling another visit doesn't flat out kick the crap out of those feelings and knock them to the floor. Some high stepping out of there may be necessary to keep from stomping them. Too, all the fancy stepping could falsely give the watching dentist and staff a feeling of seeing another happy customer departing. Their view is a rear one so they're not able to see all the visit induced tears.
"The injuries we do and the injuries we suffer are seldom weighed on the same scales." - Aesop
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