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I had a dentist cleaning this morning at 7:30...why is it all they EVER have open is early morning visits...oh well, it's not like I have to go to work tonight!! YEAH!! Anyway I get through the painful cleaning, that's right, they are painful...before I joined the Air Force, none of my cleanings hurt whatsoever...go figure. Anyway back to the story. He give me my fluoride treatment which involves this mouth piece that covers all my teeth and a fluoride treatment that is flavored like a bad generic green apple candy (did someone tell them I HATE that flavor??) So being so early in the morning I gagged when he put it in and then again when that awful taste hit me.. And he literally freaked out, he went to grab it and i motioned no, because i knew if he took it out I would just have to do it again and start the time all over (2 min.) so I was like I'm ok. Then he's like..."That wasn't you gagging was it” I shook my head yes because I wasn't able, as commonly thought by most dentist, to carry on a conversation with this shit in my mouth. And he was like "Why are you gagging" And by this time I had stopped gagging, and how was I supposed to answer that question, so I shook my head no, meanwhile he's still trying to take out the mouth piece. What a freak. And I know he's not new, because I had him last year for my cleaning. Oh yeah, I almost forgot. The whole time this was going on, he had forgotten to give me the little suction tube so I am drooling all the fuck over myself trying to clean it up with my little bib thing and fight him off at the same time. What a day...
I then come back home and go back to sleep and am awakened around noon by frantic knocking at the door (we don't have a doorbell yet) and Clinton jumps up to answer it and I hear all of this from the bedroom
Mr. Taylor (our like 95 year old neighbor): Hey, our cable is messed up and I was wondering if yours was?
Clinton: No
Mr. Taylor: Oh well did you happen to turn on anything last night around 9-11pm because that's when it happened, and I noticed your wife drive up at quarter to 9 {which I didn't, I was home all night} and was wondering if she turned anything on because I'm thinking our cable wires got crossed so if you turned something on then maybe it blew ours out.
Clinton: No we didn't have anything on last night
Mr. Taylor: What about right now
Clinton: We have nothing on right now
Mr. Taylor: Ok then I guess I should call the cable company.
How bizarre that he thinks that someone could have screwed up their cable connection job so badly, that by me turning on the microwave, his cable would be shot...
Like I said, what a day...I can't wait for the rest!
I then come back home and go back to sleep and am awakened around noon by frantic knocking at the door (we don't have a doorbell yet) and Clinton jumps up to answer it and I hear all of this from the bedroom
Mr. Taylor (our like 95 year old neighbor): Hey, our cable is messed up and I was wondering if yours was?
Clinton: No
Mr. Taylor: Oh well did you happen to turn on anything last night around 9-11pm because that's when it happened, and I noticed your wife drive up at quarter to 9 {which I didn't, I was home all night} and was wondering if she turned anything on because I'm thinking our cable wires got crossed so if you turned something on then maybe it blew ours out.
Clinton: No we didn't have anything on last night
Mr. Taylor: What about right now
Clinton: We have nothing on right now
Mr. Taylor: Ok then I guess I should call the cable company.
How bizarre that he thinks that someone could have screwed up their cable connection job so badly, that by me turning on the microwave, his cable would be shot...
Like I said, what a day...I can't wait for the rest!