He always asked you how you were doing and let you know what he was doing – or going to do.
I was really sad when he died unexpectedly. Not only was he such a sweet man but he was the best dentist, irreplaceable.
So I finally get over (kinda sorta) my dentist fear and head on into a new office. An office full of women, moms, grandmothers. These chicks gotta be the gentle sort right? WRONG!
The hygienist was nice enough but she kept hitting my teeth with her shiny silver mirror thingy. I swear I thought she was going to knock one out! She also kept asking me to swallow – GROSS!! Use the sucky sucky thing… Please!
Then the dentist came in – no mask, chewing gum with her mouth flapping open. No shit! CHEWING GUM!!! WITH – HER – MOUTH – OPEN!!! She actually spit in my face 3 times! No excuse – as she was clearly in her late 50’s and she should know better.
She wasn’t much better with the tools either. She kept pinching my lip up against my teeth, making me bite myself. She would then plop them on my chest – come on Lady! That shit is just rude!
Needless to say, I’m pretty disappointed… and I’m still looking for someone to replace Mr. Irreplaceable.