Dentists Really are the Worst Sort of People

Yesterday I took a few hours off of work to go to the dentist. If ever there was a rock and a hard place, that is it.

Mr. Hamrick, which would you rather do… stay in the office and be bombarded by endless crazy or go to the dentist and be bombarded by your own dental list of failures? Well, how about I lay down on the ground and you kick me the head repeatedly while I try to decide.

Anyway, I did it. The dentist. And though I have no cavities or other issues, she still gave me a prescription for a special mouthwash. Is that not the saddest thing you have ever heard? A 30-year old man with Prescription Mouthwash. I went out and bought a sliderule and a pocket protector just to complete the ensemble.