So, we have settled on a new dentist, close to the girls’ school. But first, I have to get past the hygienist.
Maria: When’s the last time you saw a dentist?
Me: Maybe, seems like, a couple years.
Maria: Have you had any major problems with your mouth?
Me: No. But, I do say a lot of stupid things.
She is not amused.
Maria: With your previous dentist, did you have any goals?
Goals? Really? Like winning a Nobel Prize? Or scoring a Perfect 10 at the Olympics?
And, I actually said this:
Me: My goal is to not see the dentist for the rest of my life.
She remained unamused.
A root canal is ordered.