This One's For You, Deb.

Have you ever noticed that every single time you go into the dentist, while they get their nasty, tooth scratching, death tools ready, they ask you the exact same questions every time? Its ALWAYS about the weather, no matter what season. Spring: "Ah, so the rain's still comin' down pretty hard..huh?" Summer: "Still pretty hot out? Its just KILLING my lawn!" Fall: "Gettin' pretty chilly out, isn't it...time to dig up the jackets for the kids..." and then on a day like today.."How was the drive over here? It was pretty slippery this morning..". They always manage to slip in their two cents with their passive-aggressive attitude about how "they've been inside allll day and so they don't know the temperature" and therefore, must ask you.
Today, I was getting a cavity filled and after a couple novocain injections, I felt oddly open to my dental hygienist, Deb. I told her all about my morning at the U of M research center, although I think she was a little turned off when I told her I gave a dead pig stitches. The conversation was recovered when I brought up the huge diversity of people in Dinkytown, and how interesting the area is. However, I did develop a small shoulder chip when they began to file my teeth. I was reminded of how much I truly despise the smell of tooth clippings, as well as my deep hatred towards the feeling of cotton balls, especially when they put them in my mouth.