I had an appointment at my dentist this morning for a cleaning. Both Satan and I go a dental center which is owned by a husband and wife team of dentists and staffed by a small army of hygienists.
After Diana the hygienist cleaned my teeth today, Dr. K my dentist, stopped in to give my teeth the once over.
DR. K
So, how are your teeth today?
ME
Great! Only two bleeding points and my numbers are good.
DR. K
(Peering into my mouth)
Your teeth really are in great shape.
ME
I’m very proactive. I do floss and brush every day, you know.
DR K
It shows.
ME
Too bad you can’t say the same for my husband.
DR K
Oh?
ME
There’s really no easy way to say this, so I’m just going to come out with it: the man hardly ever flosses.
DR K
Is that so?
ME
Certainly not every day for sure.
DR K
You don’t say!
ME
Absolutely. And last night?
DR K
Yes?
ME
Well, last night I’m not sure he brushed.
DIANA THE HYGIENTIST
(gasps)
DR K
(nodding his head sadly)
We have suspected as much for some time but couldn’t be sure.
ME
I think it’s time somebody made a note in his file.
DR K
(solemnly)
We’ll take care of it.
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A wife in posession of a tenth anniversary present might not have felt so chatty.
Is all I'm saying.
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