Do you remember how I switched to a new dentist and ended up liking the place? Well, I still like the place, but after my last visit, I may have to watch myself just a tad. They've got jokes there.
It all started with a routine check up. Luckily, my teeth are fine and I don't have any cavities. In fact, I have "nothing on the watch list." I happen to know that that's a good thing, because I specifically asked what that meant (I got curious). Both the dental hygienist and the dentist both reassured me that this was a good thing, so I figure I'm good. They did, however, laugh at my curiosity just a tad.
A little while later, the dental hygienist told me that I had to change the way that I brushed my teeth. My usual way looked like it might cause damage to my gums, so she started quizzing me about my technique. I've pretty much been brushing my teeth the same way since I was kid: making circles around my teeth and gums. Her response was the beginning of my downfall: "circles are for kids." Well, yeah, that's pretty much because I learned to do it that way when I was a kid. I didn't really take any offense and it wasn't terribly awkward or anything, but things were not looking good for me at this point.
Shortly thereafter, the dentist asked me if I routinely flossed my teeth. Why, yes, yes I did. Though, to be honest, I'd been bad about it lately because I had been travelling for work. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that I wasn't in my usual routine or maybe I just forgot, but I'd been much more spotty about flossing my teeth while on the road. Me being me, I told her pretty much exactly that. This resulted in the following exchange:
Dentist: "You've been travelling? Where to?"
Sam: "Oh, just a couple of domestic trips. I was in Texas and Louisiana for work."
Dentist: "Pft, that doesn't count."
And then she laughed at me. She wasn't being malicious, but there was definitely a hint of mockery. Sure, it was a good-natured ribbing, but it was mockery nonetheless. In the span of about twenty minutes, they dentist's office was batting two for two. Luckily, this was near the end of the visit, so I figured I could finish my morning with only those two shots at me.
Nope.
After I left the dentist's office, I started walking home (I've always been a walker, and I wanted to get in some exercise). I quickly realized that I was hungry, though. Since I just so happened to pass a new taqueria that had popped up, I figured I'd grab a bite to eat there. The food was good, but I ate like I usually do: I ate way too quickly. So quickly, in fact, that the waitress commented, "that was really fast!" I reassured her that my eating habits had nothing to do with the quality of the food (I had liked it), but that I just had this bad habit of eating quickly. More laughter.
I'm telling you, it just wasn't my hour.
It all started with a routine check up. Luckily, my teeth are fine and I don't have any cavities. In fact, I have "nothing on the watch list." I happen to know that that's a good thing, because I specifically asked what that meant (I got curious). Both the dental hygienist and the dentist both reassured me that this was a good thing, so I figure I'm good. They did, however, laugh at my curiosity just a tad.
A little while later, the dental hygienist told me that I had to change the way that I brushed my teeth. My usual way looked like it might cause damage to my gums, so she started quizzing me about my technique. I've pretty much been brushing my teeth the same way since I was kid: making circles around my teeth and gums. Her response was the beginning of my downfall: "circles are for kids." Well, yeah, that's pretty much because I learned to do it that way when I was a kid. I didn't really take any offense and it wasn't terribly awkward or anything, but things were not looking good for me at this point.
Shortly thereafter, the dentist asked me if I routinely flossed my teeth. Why, yes, yes I did. Though, to be honest, I'd been bad about it lately because I had been travelling for work. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that I wasn't in my usual routine or maybe I just forgot, but I'd been much more spotty about flossing my teeth while on the road. Me being me, I told her pretty much exactly that. This resulted in the following exchange:
Dentist: "You've been travelling? Where to?"
Sam: "Oh, just a couple of domestic trips. I was in Texas and Louisiana for work."
Dentist: "Pft, that doesn't count."
And then she laughed at me. She wasn't being malicious, but there was definitely a hint of mockery. Sure, it was a good-natured ribbing, but it was mockery nonetheless. In the span of about twenty minutes, they dentist's office was batting two for two. Luckily, this was near the end of the visit, so I figured I could finish my morning with only those two shots at me.
Nope.
After I left the dentist's office, I started walking home (I've always been a walker, and I wanted to get in some exercise). I quickly realized that I was hungry, though. Since I just so happened to pass a new taqueria that had popped up, I figured I'd grab a bite to eat there. The food was good, but I ate like I usually do: I ate way too quickly. So quickly, in fact, that the waitress commented, "that was really fast!" I reassured her that my eating habits had nothing to do with the quality of the food (I had liked it), but that I just had this bad habit of eating quickly. More laughter.
I'm telling you, it just wasn't my hour.
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