Weirdo at the Dentist
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I went to the dentist today to have my teeth cleaned. As I was sitting
in the waiting room, I could hear this strange raspy, yet high pitched
voice talking behind the wall to the dentist.
The voice sounded like one of those women who have smoked too much. I
was envisioning seeing a fifty-something woman walk out, because she
was rather chatty, talking about this and that, and she giggled a lot
in her raspy sort of way.
Boy was I surprised when the "voice" walked out and it was a pudgy
thirty-something man, with a bald head.
Can someone say gay?
OK, I will.
Gay.
He flapped his hands as he spoke to the receptionist in that "I'm a
gay male" sort of way. Like all good Americans that drink too much
soda and smoke too much, his teeth were shit, as I overheard him
making another appointment for two cavity fillings and a couple of
crowns. But of course, like all good Americans he had a job and
insurance thus he could afford to drink too much soda and smoke thus
rotting out his teeth while still in his thirties.
When he walked by me to leave the office, I noticed his girly white
tennis shoes (no socks of course) and a little heart tattoo on his
ankle.
How cute.
Then I looked up into the sneering face of the dental assistant and
was ushered into the room for my six month cleaning. I think I pissed
her off because I stated I didn't need xrays and my teeth were fine,
they only needed a cleaning. I guess she didn't have much to do after
that except assist the dentist with sucking saliva out of my mouth
with a little tube attached to the "sucking saliva" machine.
At the end of the cleaning she was kind enough to shove a "free"
toothbrush and floss into my hands.
Cool.
Before I left I paid cash for my cleaning. As I am unemployed and have
no insurance to overpay for me. That seemed to throw the receptionist
for a loop, as she wasn't used to taking money and giving receipts.
The weirdo at the dentist -- a heterosexual woman with good teeth who
pays with cash -- that would be me. Yup.
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