As I've mentioned, I've been having to make several visits to the dentist lately, to fix cavities caused by, well....let's not get into what Jim's family put me through yet again. Instead, let's get into what I love about going to the dentist: the awkward banter between dentist and hygienist. Two people who generally have nothing in common, but are forced to fill the silence while their patient of the moment is incapacitated with fingers and various dental instruments inside his or her mouth. To me, this is amateur theatre to ease the pain of the procedure at hand. I love it.
*an ad for NBC's The Voice plays on the radio*
Hygienist: Have you seen that show yet?
Dentist: Nnnnnno.
Hygienist: It's really good.
Dentist: Oh. I never really got into American Idol.
Hygienist: But this is better!
Dentist: Mmmm-hmmmm.
Hygienist: It's not like American Idol. Everyone is hand-selected because they're actually good. So, every performance is epic.
Dentist: Mmmm-hmmmm.
Hygienist: So you don't have to spend weeks watching all the bad auditions to get to the ones that are good. You should watch it.
Dentist: Is that the one with Steven Tyler on it?
Hygienist: No, that's American Idol.
Dentist: Oh. Paula Abdul then?
Hygienist: Also American Idol.
Dentist: Oh. Mmmm-hmmmm.
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