Dentist

That was a disaster. Two hours and the dentist didn’t even see me. I have a cavity. A cavity! My teeth are all mostly clean, I just have to go back and get the cavity filled.

This was the first time I went to the dentist in Lubbock (I usually go in Dallas). The office was filled with fake plants and Thomas Kinkade paintings. The staff and hygenists were all very pretty young girls and the dentists were three very handsome men. Everyone walked around giggling and the girls checked their faces in mirrors. The clients, except me and a 90-year-old rich man in a wheelchair, were all middle-aged women with Lubbock hair. Lubbock hair consists of chunky fried blonde highlights with big poofs in the front or back making their heads shaped like King Tut.

I got to miss two hours of work at least.