Dentists
Going to a new dentist feels almost like turning up at the clinic naked with your handbag. You never can hide anything from them, these dentists.
They make you lie on your back, and use all these gismos and gadgets to move you. Once you open up (wide), they prod and probe and 'hmmmpp' and 'tsk tsk'. In that brief minute, they'd be able to tell you if you floss, if you're on a low carbo diet, if you smoke, if you've been kissing lately, if you haven't been kissing lately, if you get enough sleep, if you suck your thumb and all the bad habits you must have had when you were 10 years old.
Then they'll tell you what you need. They put strange things into your mouth and do all sorts of unnatural things to your teeth.
When that is over, you come out, frazzled and eager to leave. You then take your purse out of the handbag and hand your credit card to the receptionist.
They make you lie on your back, and use all these gismos and gadgets to move you. Once you open up (wide), they prod and probe and 'hmmmpp' and 'tsk tsk'. In that brief minute, they'd be able to tell you if you floss, if you're on a low carbo diet, if you smoke, if you've been kissing lately, if you haven't been kissing lately, if you get enough sleep, if you suck your thumb and all the bad habits you must have had when you were 10 years old.
Then they'll tell you what you need. They put strange things into your mouth and do all sorts of unnatural things to your teeth.
When that is over, you come out, frazzled and eager to leave. You then take your purse out of the handbag and hand your credit card to the receptionist.
posted by Shu @ 7:59 PM
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