I went to my dentist's today for a routine cleaning and enjoyed the opportunity to lie back and meditate on dentistry while a young lady gouged my gums.
When we were little, we'd drive to a nearby town to visit the dentist (didn't they have any in our suburbs? dunno). After the cleaning, they'd give us a certificate for an ice-cream cone. Ensuring future business, I guess. But it's exactly what you want after a trip to the dentist. I should have gotten one today, really.
My dentist is all computerized. Plus they no longer have the little sink next to the chair where the water is running the whole time to spit in. It's all done with hoses and suction.
I've always gotten compliments from dentists on my teeth. "You have a fantastic bite!" I remember one of them saying. (One of my many attributes.) I didn't get a cavity til my 20's and only have three. I attribute that to the commies fluoridating our municipal water supply to to sap and impurify all of our precious bodily fluids. (See Dr. Strangelove.) What doesn't kill you makes your teeth stronger, or something.
Of course, here in the wild west, we don't take to no strangers adulterating our pure god-given mountain water. That's some sort of east coast liberal gummint social engineering and we won't tolerate it. "Have you ever seen a commie drinking a glass of water?" I didn't think so.



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