Just got back from the dentist.
I'm not the sort who enjoys these types of things, but today's visit to the Dental Hygienist was pure and utter agony, mixed with abject terror, nausea, anxiety and not a little discomfort.
There wasn't a happier man on earth than me on leaving that dental practice today.
Being strapped into a chair and forced to listen to Dolly Parton on their CD player does that to me.....
She (the hygienist) even commented on it - "Why are we listening to Dolly Parton? We must have a better CD than that?" she laughed. But did she change it? Nope, not a chance!
I can imagine her thinking "That'll teach you not to floss!"
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