Don’t you simply hate folks who talk on their mobile phones while they drive? Blindly waffling away, not focusing on the road, risking everybody close by so self centered. Anyhow, today while I was speaking on the telephone and driving to the dentist, I got a very little bit distracted and turned onto the incorrect road twice. But I deftly worked out a shortcut back to where I belonged and pulled into the car park right in good time. Sadly, it was actually the car park at my doctor’s office, not my dentist’s. Now, I have always been a little unwilling to go to the dentist.
When I was younger, they used to lie to me to get me there. Naturally when I knew what was going down I’d throw a crying slot in the vehicle on the way to the dentist, in the lift on the way up to the office, in the waiting area, in the dentist’s chair through the entire visit, at the office while my mum paid, in the lift on the way down, in the vehicle on the way home, and once more when my dad came home that night just as everybody knew how I felt about it. My mummy was terrified of the dentist.
And she shared that fear and its effects with her kids. She picked our dentist based entirely on the indisputable fact that he would give her lots of Novocain. Plenty of Novocain. Much Novocain. Beyond that, she never actually worried about the skills-as-a-dentist thing. My speculation is that dentistry was created by Beelzebub, based principally on the incontrovertible fact that our dentist looked precisely the way in which I imagined a Devil’s minion would look.
And, oh, BTW, when we were eventually done and wanted nothing less than to run as quick and so far as possible he would grin at us kids, with his coke-bottle-thick glasses making him look popeyed, and hand us each a lollipop. Perhaps not the best dentist, but certainly an intelligent entrepreneur lining up returns consumers.
Today, even after better dentists have shown me that there may most likely be some saving worth in dental care, I get a bit upset before an appointment. I have 2 things to say on the cellular phone thing:
1) it could have been the plain fact of going to the dentist that distracted me and not the cellular telephone. I believe, perhaps, my subconscious was trying hard to get me to go to the incorrect place and miss my appointment fully. Self-protection is a really strong instinct during periods of hazard. That would understand it.
2) If it was actually the cellular telephone use, I believe I merit a freedom from criticism because, in fact, I was on my way to the dentist. Perhaps I would not have managed to talk again when I came out.
One small slip of the drill and, oops….or I might have choked on one of the 40 appliances they had crammed into my mouth, just before asking me how I was doing. Either way, I feel completely justified in continuing to judge others if they utilize a cellular phone while driving. Unless, naturally, I learn that they were on their way to the dentist.
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