at the dentist

i went to see the dentist today. only it was more like seeing the teeth cleaning lady, since that's who i spent most of my time with. getting my teeth cleaned has never been the funnest of affairs. there's something about someone poking around in your mouth with sharp metal instruments that doesn't quite suit me. what is more mind boggling to me is the fact that while the teeth cleaning lady is in your mouth and scratching away at six months of grime, she don't even need to be looking in your mouth. several times a cleaning, i'll notice that the person with these pointy objects of horror isn't even looking at my mouth. she is looking behind herself, at something off in the distance, at the tv, basically anywhere but where i think is most important!

as for the dentist... he spent about as much time washing his hands and donning his gloves as he did poking around in my mouth. which is about 15 seconds. it makes me wonder how much dentists must charge if they actually had to do anything besides saying:
"open up"
*poke around*
"bite down"
and
"looks good to me"

i should have been a dentist.