Time to get my teeth cleaned and once again I have a new hygienist. I've talked before about how dental hygienists seem to be a breed apart: talking about the strangest subjects while their tiny, shiny, sharp instruments probe along your gums. This one discussed how hot it was in the room (not really), how she didn't like the white coats they had to wear, who chose that awful piped in music (Spanish ballads from what I could tell), how disgusting the political ads are, and she didn't really want to be inside on such a beautiful afternoon. However, she was done before she got too depressing and I got a pink toothbrush, toothpaste, and floss for my parting gifts.
2 comments:
I had a hygienist who was deaf. Didn't have to worry about the small talk. She could tell pretty well if I felt a twinge of pain. She was good though - not too much discomfort.
And was she good-looking too? JVM
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