I was sat in the waiting room at the dentists yesterday afternoon, when I overheard a commotion in the reception area. As it was, it was wifey that was seeing the dentist, I was there only as her taxi driver.
An irate guy turned up and although you couldn’t see him, you could hear him. He was greeted by the very nice receptionship with “Hello, what’s your name?”
The answer came back as, “I’ve got toothache, it’s killing me and it’s all the dentists’ fault!”
“Ah”, said the receptionist, “You want to see the dentist as an emergency patient?”
“Nooooo!!! The dentist hit my tooth with a hammer and I’ve had toothache ever since.”
See The Dentist
Several people in the waiting room were obviously nervous about seeing the dentist and gave a synchronised gasp! The shouting continued, “I’ve had toothache for 2 weeks!!! A hammer…..he hit my tooth with a hammer! It was fine before that.”
The receptionist was trying to calm him down. “If you want to see him now, I can make an emergency appointment so he’ll see you now.”
“Why would I want to see him?” Came the reply. “He hit my tooth with a hammer, the last person I want to see his him.”
This went on for a couple of minutes, the words hammer, dentist and toothache being shouted at ever increasing levels. There were interjections of “calm down, Sir” or “..you’re going to have to leave if you don’t stop shouting!”
I know, I would have been made more nervous had I been seeing the dentist, although it didn’t seem to faze my wife. Eventually, the situation resolved itself and Mr Tootache walked out of the building.
It took me back a few years when I was having some dental work carried out. In the waiting room were two elderly women nattering away to each other. I wasn’t paying any attention until I overheard the one say, “Our Albert lost his teeth after an accident with the chain saw”!!! The mind really boggles at times. Oh well, keep smiling.