A toothy tale

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.

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