I had a minor meltdown at the dentist’s office today when I showed up and found out that I had been assigned to a different hygienist. I’ve had the same hygienist for seven years, and she’s part of my strategy for surviving the dentist office. Make sure nothing changes, and I’m all right. Change the hygienist, and I’m not.
Worse than a new hygienist, however, is rescheduling, so I submitted to her capable ministrations. But upon checkout, I made sure the receptionist put a note in my file that I prefer Jennifer.
“Does this make me Rain Man?” I asked Maverick.
“No, not that, something more like Sprinkle Man,” she said. “And for more than one reason.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Wilson’s Creek National Battlefield, and that’s all I’m going to say,” she said.
Let us draw a curtain over that embarrassing yet hilarious moment in our sisterly life.
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