This morning, while reclining in the dentist’s chair waiting for my six-month cleaning, I heard my phone alert letting me know I’d gotten a text.
The hygienist asked, “Are you a wanted woman?”
I laughed, having glanced at the phone, and said, “Nope. Somebody new is following me on Twitter.”
She quipped, “Well, don’t let ’em know you’re here or they’ll quit following you. People don’t like us.”
We had a good laugh, but I started thinking about how much I like going to the dentist. We had a great dentist when I was a kid; I remember getting a toy ring with a pink stone on one visit. In middle school, I wore retainers and spent time at the dentist regularly; he was great.
But my dentist now is the absolute best. The staff is friendly and awesome. They take good care and are gentle.
If you’re in the market for a dentist, let me know. I love to brag about mine. Just don’t book up all the 8 am appointment times.