First time at the new dentist. Arrived half an hour late, a basement of an apartment house, her son working in the reception. It was no problem, no one was waiting. Lying down on the chair with my head resting against her large grandmothers bosom as she hummed softly and cleaned my teeth.
It took no more than 10 minutes but for the first time I didn’t resent paying 6x my hourly wages for it.
I was half expecting to get a hug as I left and a little bit of pocket money thrust into my palm.
Monday, February 11, 2008
scary dentists?
Posted by Ms. Berger at 2:57 AM 1 comments
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