Regular readers of NewMexiKen may remember me mentioning a few weeks ago that the dentist had said I was a “good patient.”
Today I’m waiting in the dental chair, feeling confident because of my “good patient” reputation, and I hear the dentist in the adjoining room telling someone they are a “great patient.”
My ego tumbled.
And then — and then — with industrial-strength dental tools and several fingers in my mouth to decide where he can best torture me this time — he tells me (in a conversation we had been having about sports) that he couldn’t do that particular sport because he’s too accident prone.
An accident-prone dentist and a good— but not great — patient. A recipe for disaster.
At least he didn’t say, “oops.”
I had a dentist who got me in the chair for a filling, only to hear him say, “Well, I don’t really have time for this now, I’m going on vacation.” And his wife, the office manager, said, “That’ll be $12.” lol No I did not pay!
I had a dentist gas me up once only to decide that he wasn’t actually going to perform any procedures for which that was appropriate.
When the assistant told me I said, “Oh sure! Now that I’m completely wasted!”