The Dentists Office
The Dentists OfficeThe Dentist’s Office
Early on a Monday morning, the sun begins to shine through the windows like a spotlight into a black night sky. It is time to go to the dentist for the biannual check-up. Eating a large breakfast is out of the question because being late to the dentist is like giving up a spot in a line for a ride at Disney World.
Monday morning traffic is almost as bad as rush hour traffic on Friday, if not worse. Women putting on their makeup, men reading Wall Street Journal to see if their sure-bet stock went up, and kids weaving their way in and out of this mess at 90 miles per hour so they are not late for school; these are the obstacles to avoid while driving on a Monday morning. The check-up at the dentist is going to seem like a walk in the park compared to this.
The parking lot is empty, but it was more than likely that the waiting room would not be the same. The building is old and appears to have been painted by someone who was colorblind. The front door looks like it has been there longer than the building itself; one wrong move and it could fall down. Opening this door is like helping an elderly person walk across a street—finesse and patience are a must. The dentist’s office smells like a mixture of wintergreen flavored toothpaste and bleach; this is the first sensation the body notices. Next the body is shocked by a blast of freezing air by the heavy-duty, industrial power air conditioner that is aimed directly at the entrance as it is in the emergency rooms at a hospital.
As is in every...
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