What was supposed to be a simple procedure at the dentist this morning once again turned into to a 1 ½ hour venture. All the guy had to do was put my permanent crown on. That is it… Point blank… Make sure it fit, check my bite, cement it on, check my bite again and then send me off. It is evident to me that this should be a very simple process; however, with my new Pacific Northwest dentist nothing is ever simple.
My old Midwest dentist didn’t have much “chairside” manner, but what he lacked in personality he certainly made up for in quality. In and Out, quality work and top notch staff made a pleasurable experience.
My new Pacific Northwest dentist is a talker. Not only is his “chairside” manner present it is beginning to annoy me greatly. He seems to be very well liked by every patient, but me. I overhear them rant and rave about his quality work and pleasant attitude while I am fuming in my chair wondering why the dipshit can’t get me numb or why he must explain everything to me in such detail that I feel I’m in Denistry 101. You see I want quality!!!! I don’t want to hear all about your kids and the hikes you are taking this weekend. For God’s sake man, can’t you see I have rubber block and dental dam shoved so far down my throat I am contemplating regurgitation. You think I give a rat’s ass about your three kids and OMG!!!!!!!! Manscape those eyebrows.
Needless to say the replacement crown was finally placed and due to him showering me with compliments regarding my “Insanely White, Perfectly Straight, All Natural” chompers, (actual quote from said dentist)I might give him another chance.
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Next time, just take some pre-dentist visit benzo, and you'll be happy as a clam to hear him jammer on about anything!
Pre-dentist Margaritas work well too.
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