Haunted by Mr. Dentist Pants
I went to the dentist today for the normal poking and prodding. During my check-up the hygienist asked me if I wanted an oral cancer screening. I said no, because it costs fifty dollars extra and I don’t think I have oral cancer. Maybe that’s not the best choice but it’s the choice I made today.
When I went to the counter to pay after my appointment, the receptionist, who I’ve never saw before, examined my paperwork. “I see you didn’t get the oral cancer screening,” she said. She typed in some things on her keyboard. “Patrick got the oral cancer screening last time he was here.”
“Really?” I said. Did she think that telling me that my husband got the oral cancer screening was going to make me change my mind? Did she expect me to say, Patrick got it. Then I better get it too?
