Stupidity Whilst in the Dental Chair

August 27, 2008 by Keli.

After two years of providing me with blissful (as blissful as a trip to the dentist’s office can be, anyway), stress-free dental work, my hygienist, Dayle, left me. Actually, she moved away.

I had come to love her calm, gentle touch; the long, winding, soothing tales she told me in soft tones while she toiled. Dayle made what could have been an unpleasant experience more than tolerable; time passed swiftly and painlessly. Plus, I was mesmerized by the miner-style visor she wore sporting the bold, bright, blinding light, sitting dead center of her forehead, in order to better view my mouth’s intricacies.

Alas, my last experience was neither blissful nor stress-free. Dayle had been replaced by Sunny.

Sunny started out well enough. But slowly, I began to suspect the presence of a stuper (short, yet again, for a lamentably stupid person). In the end, her name was quite ill fitting.

She asked me questions while she worked on my wide-open mouth that I couldn’t possibly answer. These were not of the yes or no variety. I tried communicating using sign language, rapid eye movements and telepathically, but made no headway. Sunny grew impatient with me and proceeded complaining about her mother. Finally, she grew bored with that and began to hum. Loudly. Annoyingly. And in my captive ear.

Midway, the dentist came in to check on me; he pronounced that everything was fine. After he left, Sunny whispered gruffly in my ear that she disagreed.

“You need to have your wisdom teeth pulled. They’re only going to get worse. What are you waiting for?”

I nodded my head and then asked, “What days do you work again?”

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Six months later, I called the dental office to schedule an appointment. Unfortunately, I had forgotten Sunny’s name. Or more likely, blocked it out. I asked who’d worked on my teeth the last time I’d been in. The receptionist informed me,

“That was Sunny. She’s really good. Everyone loves her!”

I thought that perhaps I’d been mistaken. Maybe she wasn’t as bad as I remembered. I decided to give Sunny a second chance, and made the appointment.

I called back an hour later to change the time. I spoke to a different receptionist. He too started singing Sunny’s praises. In a falsetto voice. These people were trying a bit too hard to close the deal.

“Does Sunny work on Wednesdays?”

“No.”

I made my appointment on Wednesday… with Nancy.

Sunny displayed a disorderly mind. There existed no control, balance or poise when it came to revealing her thoughts. Telltale signs of stupidity. Mind training is essential if we want to live happily in this world. We can’t change the world into a better place to live, unless we ourselves change the contents of our minds.

Mind is the architect of our fate.

Think.

Keli

Keli@counterfeithumans.com

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