The following life events forced me to threaten the dental hygienist:
#1: I was early.
#2: She was late.
That’s all. But on the rare occasion when #1 does happen, my entire c’est la vie philosophy collapses and I focus, instead, on time wasted waiting at the dentist’s office. Let’s see, twice a year @ 10 minutes per visit… well, that’s time I could happily squander thinking about joining a gym, snacking while trying to figure out what to eat or looking for my keys. So I’m sure you understand my ire.
And so, after waiting a total of 25 minutes without being seen, it was time to pull out the big gun. Just one.
After inquiring about the delay, I simply told reception that I would be “over there, eating Oreos while I wait.”
I got a cleaning and X-rays right away without ever having to remove the lid from my coffee or unwrap the tuna sub.
Six months from now, I’m packing Double Stuff.
Cheetos are a good second to Oreos, according to my hygenist…both?