At work Friday, my dental assistant had some gawdawful christmas station playing. Not the classics (I like those), but deranged variations that sound like frantic singers being held at gunpoint.
Adding to this I had a challenging patient.
She moaned in pain. "Whats wrong?" I asked. "You are pushing too hard on my other teeth" She replied. "I'm sorry" I said, making sure to not push too hard.
Seconds later, She moaned again. "Whats wrong?" I asked. "The air is too cold" She replied. "I'm sorry" I said.
Seconds later, She moaned again. "Whats wrong?" I asked. "The cotton roll in my mouth hurts" She replied. "I'm sorry" I said. And removed the cotton.
Seconds later, She moaned again. "Whats wrong?" I asked. "I don't like the taste" She replied. "I'm sorry" I said. And we rinsed her mouth.
I went to drill. Whe moaned again. "Whats wrong?" I asked. "That sound is terrible" She replied.
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I'm sorry ma'am, there's nothing I can do about the pentatonix"
Ba Dumm Tsssssss.....
