My Teeth

This morning I had a cavity filled in. And we all know how a dentist has to be full of themselves because well how else do you join a profession that 80% of the time its a one way conversation:

Dr.: "So how about the sox huh? quite a terrible game last night, did you see it, yea I watched it at home..."
Patient: "agghh, uhh, ahh"

Now that we understand my morning. My dentist asked what I was doing this weekend and as he prepared the drill I blurted our "running a 4 person relay race on sunday, should be fun." He had apparently run a marathon, being from Colorado. Its the same as if you are from New Jersey you will wear slick back hair and your name will end in an "o".

He discussed his hate of running of marathons, how it was the worst 3 hours of his life and he will never do it again. Speaking of how angry he was my tooth is hurting a little bit now.

So with his inspirational Novocain I am numbed up for the race (I had him inject enough into my ass to kill a small horse).

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