Waiting at the dentist’s office is uncomfortable. I am early, light traffic, getting fillings, & 2(!) donut shops in view from window.
Death, taxes, and cavities: 3 certainties in my life. At the very least, rhe dentist i’ve seen for the last 5 years is good. Fish fossils in one room & golf motif in another. Blues, old 60s rock, or old country music & zero musak! And no discomfort. Still the banter is usually one-way though.
In the annual checks I received as a Navy man, I used to think they became dental “monitors”. Say, you ought to get that looked at. And yet years ago the hygienists I recall, painfully, probably had been CIA torturers at one time.
Things you remember.