I’m not afraid of the dentist. Honestly. I’ve never has a bad experience at the dentist so there’s really no reason for me to not like going.
Wait. Does talking to you while you have a mouthful of metal, tools, and other people’s hands count as a bad experience?
Why is that? And I’m not just talking about a monologue where he details his latest golfing adventure. I’m talking about a fully involved two-way conversation:
Him: So what do you have planned for this summer? Going anywhere exciting?
Me: Umph, ooogglllurgle, uuhh aaagghh.
Me: AH U EEGIN IDDDIN EEE??!??!
Yeah, my dentist is hilarious.