I worked that morning and the strenuous denim sales at Joe's Jeans worked up my appetite. I ate my string cheese, apple, and 4 bags of those cursed 100 calorie cookies.
But the vending machines continued to beckon. I ate a whole bag of spicy Doritos in 30 seconds flat. While breathing my dragon breath all over my work I remembered I had a dentist appointment.
I was exceptionally nice to my hygienist only because I hoped she would slip me some laughing gas. I asked her to hook it up but she giggled and thought I was kidding. I was serious. Dead serious. Laughing gas is awesome and I don't joke about it. But because she had a scrunchies in her hair and scrubs with cartoons on them I let it slide.
The whole time I self-consciously focused on breathing out of my nose, hoping the chick would not get a whiff of my partly digested Doritos air. Getting your mouth cleaned by strangers is uncomfortable enough, and having offensive odor emanate from your orifice only exacerbates the ordeal.
Oh yeah, by the way hygienist, quit asking me questions while your hands are in my mouth. Good news soon followed.
No cavities!
With the amount of candy I eat a "no cavity" appointment is considered a huge win. Next time I will remember to only eat mint leaves and Altoids. On second thought, I'll just brush my teeth.
I will also ask for a hygienist that fully appreciates the properties of Nitrous oxide.
