This was another plot bunny(I got some of those traps, I really did, but I didn't think to put them in the Dentist's office.) that just jumped on me and stuck it's cute little nose in my face while the dentist was asking some asinine question like 'Are you okay?' What does she expect me to say with my mouth full of electrical things that could drain all my blood in one go, "No, I'm not okay, in fact, I want someone who will give me drugs, not ask me about my love-life!" I don't THINK so.
Just Because You're Gonna Marry a Doctor Doesn't Mean You Can Avoid the Dentist
Somer
Disclaimer: None are mine, including the dentist.
Can you tell I couldn't think of a title? Based on the thoughts I was having while the dentist tried to clean my teeth.
"No."
"Yes."
"I hate that place."
"You always say that, and yet, you always come out relieved."
"That woman is evil and vindictive!"
"It's her job."
"To be evil and vindictive?!"
"To clean your teeth."
"Well, does she have to use that nasty little airpick thingy? I always leave feeling like someone kicked me in the teeth."
"That's because you always squirm around in the chair. I've seen you. You make it no easier for her by jerking your head away every time she comes near your mouth."
"She has a vendetta against me. I know it."
"She doesn't have a vendetta against you. You're just a difficult patient."
"Is that why you won't treat me?"
"I won't treat you because I'm not a dentist. I can heal your stubbed toe--"
"You didn't tell anybody about that, did you?"
"No, I didn't. But I can't examine your teeth. I'm sorry, Scott. You have to go."
"But Jeeeaaann!"
"No. Go to the dentist. Now. And don't you pout. It won't work."
"Isn't there a law against unusual punishment?"
"You haven't done anything. This is just out and out torture."
"What?!"
"Now, buckle up. We're going to be late."
**finis**
Just Because You're Gonna Marry a Doctor Doesn't Mean You Can Avoid the Dentist
Somer
Disclaimer: None are mine, including the dentist.
Can you tell I couldn't think of a title? Based on the thoughts I was having while the dentist tried to clean my teeth.
"No."
"Yes."
"I hate that place."
"You always say that, and yet, you always come out relieved."
"That woman is evil and vindictive!"
"It's her job."
"To be evil and vindictive?!"
"To clean your teeth."
"Well, does she have to use that nasty little airpick thingy? I always leave feeling like someone kicked me in the teeth."
"That's because you always squirm around in the chair. I've seen you. You make it no easier for her by jerking your head away every time she comes near your mouth."
"She has a vendetta against me. I know it."
"She doesn't have a vendetta against you. You're just a difficult patient."
"Is that why you won't treat me?"
"I won't treat you because I'm not a dentist. I can heal your stubbed toe--"
"You didn't tell anybody about that, did you?"
"No, I didn't. But I can't examine your teeth. I'm sorry, Scott. You have to go."
"But Jeeeaaann!"
"No. Go to the dentist. Now. And don't you pout. It won't work."
"Isn't there a law against unusual punishment?"
"You haven't done anything. This is just out and out torture."
"What?!"
"Now, buckle up. We're going to be late."
**finis**
