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The very first thing I did was drive home as fast as I possibly could, dodging slow cars and snow plows, which had their work cut out for them as another four inches of snow were on the ground. Despite that I made it home pretty fast, only to be greeted by a ranting mom.
"DIDN'T I TELL YOU TO LEAVE A NOTE!?" My mother yelled. "I THOUGHT YOU WERE KIDNAPPED BY SPACE MEN!"
"Ah cou'uht hih ha'er." I answered.
"Why are you talking like that?" She asked.
I opened my mouth to show her what had happened and went deaf for a couple minutes as she screamed in horror.
"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!?" She started to yell again as she ran to the phone.
"Ah go' 'y ahh ha'e' 'o 'e." I told her.
"What the hell did you say?" Mother asked as she dialed someone's number.
"Ah go' 'y ahh ha'e' 'o 'e!" I said, raising my voice.
"You need to speak more clearly." Mother told me. A voice answered back from the phone. "No, not you. I'm talking to my son."
I grabbed a pen and a piece of paper from the kitchen counter and scribbled out what I was trying to say. I then showed it to mom, who read it aloud."
"I got my ass handed to me." She said, getting another answer back from the phone. "No, I wasn't talking to you!"
After about ten more minutes on the phone, complete with four more 'Not you.'s we headed to the dentist's office, which was in a building about three minutes away from my house. I probably could have walked there while my mom was talking on the phone. Anyways, she dropped me off at the dentist's office and told me that I could walk home as she needed the car to get to somebody's retirement party…well, it was some kind of party, I don't remember what kind, though.
The office was pretty busy that afternoon. Keep in mind that by 'busy' I mean there were three old ladies and a five-year old boy waiting for their appointments. I sat in the seat next to the magazine rack, which was loaded with six-month old golfing magazines and clutched my jaw as I watched the boy play with a Tonka truck on the floor. He would spin it around a few times and then start pushing it as fast as he could, only to slam into the wall and repeat the process. It's no wonder that there were kids in sixth grade who didn't know the ABC's.
It was about fifteen minutes and twenty-three times that the kid had hit the wall before Doctor Parthing, my dentist, stepped out and called for me to come back. He looked more like a college professor with his short grey beard and bifocals. "We're ready for you." He said, which didn't really sound promising at all. Still I followed him down the hall and through a door on the left.
This was probably the most dangerous-looking dentist's chair I had ever seen! Every kind of pick, drill, and pointy object imaginable was either on a tray near the chair, attached to the try near the chair, or neatly laid out on the table near the try near the chair.
"Please have a seat," Dr. Parthing told me, gesturing towards the chair, "And try to relax."
Relax!? How can I relax with a drill going through my jaw!? Despite my instincts telling me to grab one of the pointy objects, threaten to cut people, and make my way out the nearest window, I sat in the chair wondering how much pain I was going to be in through the ordeal.
"Open wide." Dr. Parthing said as he slipped on a mask and gloves and grabbed a small mirror. I opened my mouth, at which point he grabbed one of the smaller picks and began tapping around some of my teeth. "Does this hurt?" He asked as he dragged his pick across one of my teeth.
The pain hit my like an eighteen-wheeler driving down the side of an icy mountain. I screamed, my eyes wide open, my back arched, and my hands gripped firmly onto the arms of the chair.
"Is that a yes?" He grinned.
You sick son of a bitch, I thought.
"It appears," He said as he moved towards a desk to the right of the chair, "That this will take a bit of work." He produced a tank of gas with a hose that had a mask on the end of it.
Oh great. Will I be laughing the torture off or sleeping through it?
He slipped the mask on me and told me to take a few deep breaths as he turned up the tank, which I did. At first I started to chuckle a little, but then I began to laugh really hard. I was sure it was laughing gas, but then I just stopped laughing and collapsed in the chair, drifting into a deep sleep.
* * * * * * * *
I could see myself standing in the middle of a room with tie-dye style paint all over the walls and floor, except for a random poster of Tom & Jerry and a green shag throw-rug. Somewhere behind me I could hear a door close. I turned around to see none other than Shina standing at the opposite end of the room, which was about fifty feet away. Something felt out of place, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. All of a sudden Marvin Gaye music started to play from out of nowhere.
"Okay, where the hell is that music coming from?" I asked as I looked for the source. I turned around and was shocked to see that Shina was standing no more than ten feet away from me. I tried to walk to her, but I wasn't actually moving anywhere. That's when I realized that I had somehow wound up on a treadmill. I got off and walked up to Shina, whose eyes were fixed directly upon mine. I started to feel really nervous and tried to say something to her. Anything would do, even if it was just a simple 'hi.' "So…what brings you here?"
She closed her eyes and leaned in towards me. What followed was probably the longest, most passionate kiss I would ever experience. I was so shocked I couldn't even blink. All I could do was enjoy the moment while it lasted. It felt like an eternity, but hey, I had no problem with that. Then we both froze in mid-kiss as the scene faded out and random movie credits started rolling.
* * * * * * * *
"All done!" I heard a voice say. I couldn't tell who was talking because my vision was a bit blurry.
"Could you give me another ten minutes?" I asked as I gestured to the tank. "I was having the best dream."
"Really? Do tell!"
"Well, I was in this tie-dye room with a Tom & Jerry poster and a green shag carpet when-" My vision had cleared up and I could see who I was talking to.
Busuzima.
Everyone within one mile of the dentist's office heard me scream.