The dentist office was on a horse farm, but a NICE horse farm. The barn was BEAUTIFUL!
The sign at the entry made me laugh.
“Painless Dentistry! Gas and other miracles performed here!”
In the waiting room, I stirred up a conversation with an older man (which, by the way, that is getting harder to say each year!). He had driven his daughter (a big wig with the U.N.) over 80 miles to see THIS dentist.
“That’s a long way to drive to see a dentist.”
“This guy is the best in the whole area.” (It turns out that his daughter flew in from NY to have some work done!)
“That’s amazing. I just picked him out of the phone book.”
I thought that since he was out in the country, he wouldn’t be that busy!
“Well, you have a very good finger!” (an old TV jingle, ?Let your fingers do the walking through the Yellow Pages”?)
When he walked in, he looked to be in early 40’s. I asked his age. 60!!! Amazing! He quickly yanked out the offending tooth and collected his $200. By the way, doc, thank you for the Vicodin.
