I was at the dentist yesterday getting my teeth routinely cleaned. As you do. The hygenist was lovely and chatty and very considerate and all that, but at one point she totally stabbed my gums. I was very self-contained-dont-like-to-complain British and gave out a polite little 'ouch'. She asked in a not really bothered voice 'oh, did that hurt? . Now this was a tad unrepentant in my opinion, given that she'd just pierced my flesh with a great big silver hook thing!. There was blood for Goodness sake.
I slipped into a mini fantasy of me going OTT writhing and bleeding and screaming at her 'you stabbed me in the mouth of course it feekin hurts!!!' - and it cracked me up!! (obviously it had been a slow day untill then). I completely lost it in the chair, and in an all time first, the dentist had to stop and wait for me to stop laughing before she could carry on.
BUT the best bit is she didn't crack a smile. Just looked at me, blood seeping out my face, laughing like a skate, and waited for me to stop. Americans, nae sense of humor.
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