Oh, Doctor!
I've been teasing my husband about how the hygienists at our dentist are all in love with him. I know, another dental blog. Normally a trip to the dentist doesn't inspire much more than an improvement in dental care, but not ours! After the cannibal dentist event, I took another child in and while we were waiting to be examined, two hygienists came giggling into the waiting room and said,
"We just had to meet the wife of our favorite patient. He is SO handsome!" (giggle, blush, rib jab).
Umm, ewww? True, the guy is easy on the eyes and he is devoted to his work out regimen, but do you really say that the the Mrs.? And what am I supposed to say in reply? Thanks? I know? I just smiled and gave them my patented nervous giggle. I guess if they were going to act on their crush, this was better than some alternatives I could think of. But, today... was my turn in the chair. I know my dentist likes me. He always tells me and anyone in the vicinity that my teeth are like pearls and he wishes everyone was as devoted to their gums as I am. Hey, you take your boosts where you can get them. Today, though, as I'm laying there wondering if they tilt the seat back another inch if my feet will go cartwheeling over my head and I'll land in the tray of tools, Dr. Bill sits beside me after my cleaning and begins the usual "oohing and ahhing" over my choppers. Then... he notices my blouse! I have a little mirror in my mouth so I can't contribute to any conversation other than eyebrow maneuvers and unintelligible throat noises. Good thing I was a communication major. He says,
"Look at your blouse! What a pretty color! It's just perfect for you, and your eyes, and.... everything."
(Me: move eyebrows, drool, and grunt in appreciation).
"You know I love your teeth, I tell you that all the time. You're pretty cute, too! Have I ever told you that?
(Me: grunt, snort, gargle)
"Oh, well I'm telling you now, for the record."
I roll my eyes back in search of the hygienist, praying she is paying attention. I catch her gaze and remember she is one of the ones who likes my husband. I'm thinking, "Where am I, 1970?" She just looked at me from behind her mask and gave me back my nervous giggle.
Fortunately, my dental insurance "picked up" the whole visit.
"We just had to meet the wife of our favorite patient. He is SO handsome!" (giggle, blush, rib jab).
Umm, ewww? True, the guy is easy on the eyes and he is devoted to his work out regimen, but do you really say that the the Mrs.? And what am I supposed to say in reply? Thanks? I know? I just smiled and gave them my patented nervous giggle. I guess if they were going to act on their crush, this was better than some alternatives I could think of. But, today... was my turn in the chair. I know my dentist likes me. He always tells me and anyone in the vicinity that my teeth are like pearls and he wishes everyone was as devoted to their gums as I am. Hey, you take your boosts where you can get them. Today, though, as I'm laying there wondering if they tilt the seat back another inch if my feet will go cartwheeling over my head and I'll land in the tray of tools, Dr. Bill sits beside me after my cleaning and begins the usual "oohing and ahhing" over my choppers. Then... he notices my blouse! I have a little mirror in my mouth so I can't contribute to any conversation other than eyebrow maneuvers and unintelligible throat noises. Good thing I was a communication major. He says,
"Look at your blouse! What a pretty color! It's just perfect for you, and your eyes, and.... everything."
(Me: move eyebrows, drool, and grunt in appreciation).
"You know I love your teeth, I tell you that all the time. You're pretty cute, too! Have I ever told you that?
(Me: grunt, snort, gargle)
"Oh, well I'm telling you now, for the record."
I roll my eyes back in search of the hygienist, praying she is paying attention. I catch her gaze and remember she is one of the ones who likes my husband. I'm thinking, "Where am I, 1970?" She just looked at me from behind her mask and gave me back my nervous giggle.
Fortunately, my dental insurance "picked up" the whole visit.
posted by Her Serene Highness will do at 12:53 PM
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Good words.
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