Friday, March 5

Gift horse, etc.

I went to the dentist this morning for the semi-annual check-up and was greeted by a new hygienist, who is a man. Which is okay, except ... shouldn't they screen hygienists for hand size or something? I'm just looking up at him and thinking, "You want to put those where?" People, I've got a small mouth. It is not made for the hands of a large Ukrainian man. (Okay, he may be Russian. Or some other place where they talk like that. It was kind of a cute accent, actually. But I digress.) I forgive him for the size of his hands because he praises my dental hygiene. It's the little things, people. The little things.

Then my dentist comes in to do the final check on my teeth, and he says, "You've got a very interesting mouth." What the hell does that mean? I'd really prefer that my dentist thinks my mouth is boring. Very boring. And requiring no drilling of any kind.

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