On Friday, I went to get my teeth cleaned. The hygienist is new and very sweet; I think she replaced someone I didn't like very much. She did perhaps the most thorough inspection and cleaning I've gotten in a while, and was so gentle that I wasn't the least bit sore afterwards.
As I was lying in her chair, my dentist's assistant, DJ, saw me and said "Is that my buddy?" She came over and gave me a huge smoochy kiss and a hug. She ran out of the room and returned with the picture taken of her and my dentist, Dr. K, on Halloween. I didn't understand the reference, but it was a guy in overalls, a tee-shirt, and a big poofy wig (Dr. K) with his arm around his slutty girlfriend (DJ). Very amusing, even more so when you know that Dr. K is happily married and DJ is a very tough ex-army dental assistant who's worked on people in tents with a sand floor in the middle of war zones. They saw patients all day in costume.
Apparently, someone in the office told Dr. K that he looked like Rainbow Bright. We all agreed that he didn't. That settled that, until a few minutes later when Dr. K rushed in and said "I did not look like Rainbow Bright and I want that to be clear," then rushed out again, just after I said "I would Never. Never. Accuse you of looking like Rainbow Bright."
A bit later, he came in and did his usual inspection and detection and then I was sent home with a clean mouth and a clean bill of health.
And who knows? Maybe I'll stay out of trouble, at least of the dental variety, until my next cleaning appointment.
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