Dental Plan: Part III — The End

I'm a pro at this point. A first-thing-in-the-morning appointment (which for me is at 10 a.m. because that's when I start work every morning) is the way to go. It ensures a numb face for the better part of the day, drooling during conversations with my supervisor, and receiving some sympathy from people who are happy they're not me. I took my spot in the now-familiar yellowing chair and prepared to take another nap. But the doc showed up on the early side, sporting a navy blue pinstripe pant/vest suit with a magenta shirt and red tie. I complimented him on his fashion sense told him to get it over with. Some more X-rays, with my help, of course, and seven or so minutes of work and he was all done. "Are you gonna clean my teeth now?" "Do you want?" "Well if you've got the time. I don't want you to kill anyone else." "You want clean, I will clean." He gave me a towel bib, reminiscent of the ones you get during a haircut. "You gonna cut my hair?" He grabbed my chin between his thumb and forefinger. "You don't need haircut. Your hair is beautiful." Well all right, brother. He finished the clean job quickly, told me to rinse and spit. He even told me to push the water button myself so I had more water to work with. He put his tools away and put his hands on my face. "Beautiful." Well thank you very much. And thanks a lot for the root canal. See you in September.