I never used to mind going to the dentist. To me, it was a brief episode of wearing a funny bib, over-sized glasses, and relaxing in comfy chair while my teeth were prodded and then finally polished.... Not too bad of a reason to leave school or work early.
But as we all know, most good things are not to last. A few years ago I became the not-so-proud owner of my first cavity (and since then a couple more molars have succumbed) and sadly my formerly rosy dental relationship is now scarred forever.
I know there's dozens of pop-culture references to sadistic dentists although the only one that comes to mind at the moment is Steve Martin in Little Shop of Horrors. While what I discovered in my dentist's office is not quite as outrageous, I still thought their choice of dixie cups was a bit, ahem...inappropriate.
Let's examine said artifact, shall we?
The tooth on the far left is smiling serenely as it's being...what, polished? I think that's ok, being polished is not so traumatic, right?
Let's move onto the tooth in the middle. It is looking overjoyed at something that resembles a tiny auger that has not yet touched its surface. Hmm...
And it gets better! Let's rotate the cup a bit and see what more goodness is in store for us.
Ooooo-kay. So now we have something that can only resemble a probe scraping some cutesy-ladylike tooth with long, girly eyelashes. I don't know about you, but if I see a sharp, pointed object directed at me I'm going to be most unladylike and get the bleep outta there.
Like a curious kitty-cat, Andrew became interested in what I was doing and saw fit to attempt a rather inappropriate gesture toward the camera. My thoughts exactly, honey. These cups can take it and shove it!