I shouldn't even have to write about this, but I will, just because it is that aggravating. I hate going to the dentist in the first place. Every time I go they poke at my mouth with sharp objects, I bleed, and then they give me a sample of bad floss to make up for it. Every time they tell me something new is wrong with my mouth. They're like, "So your tooth is fine and you don't need to do anything, but it could be bad in twenty years if you don't let us spray this $100 film on it that will come off in two months."
Thanks. My teeth really needed that.
But what I hate the most about going to the dentist is how they will talk to you and then continue to shove their hands into your mouth.
So they're like, "Oh so what are you doing this weekend?" And I'm like, "Oh nothing much, I was thinking about making an egg salad or maybe going to see that new movie about how corn grows." And then they're like, "Oh that's so great, what's the title of that movie?" I respond, "Oh the title is Nobody Fuckin Cares About Cor-agghgubshgu"
And while I was answering the question, they decided to fist my mouth.
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| It seemed appropriate. From Little Shop of Horrors. |
But seriously, so rude. What the hell? So I instead choose to be silent. I sit there in silence and awkwardly look into their eyes as they look down at me, holding their drills and hooks and electric power-brushes.
Going to the dentist is awful.
Much love!
-Harrison
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