Dentist

This morning I had the pleasure of visiting the dentist to get my teeth cleaned.

My dentist is a really fantastic dentist located in the heart of Bloomington on Kirkwood Avenue. I started using him because, at the time, he was about a minute long walk away from where I was living at the time—not the greatest selection criteria in the world, but it worked out well.

This morning my appointment was scheduled for 8:45, and I showed up at 8:30 hoping to read that most horrible of all horrid magazines, Readers Digest. I never read the articles, but I love flipping through it and reading all of the little stories that they print at the bottom of random pages. The stories provide a few minutes of amusement and distraction.

Unfortunately my dentist is probably the only one in the world who keeps to his schedule, if not ahead. Three minutes later I was sitting in the chair, leaning back and getting my teeth professionally cleaned while talking to him about travel, politics, and Wordplay.

Thirty minutes later, I was out the door and headed home.

He was now 25 minutes ahead of schedule, and probably off to do the crossword puzzle.