The Dentist

I hate going to the dentist. Not because I don’t like the pain (which sucks and always happens) and not because my dentist is a really mean person, but because every single dentist in the world will make sure you know how terrible of a job you did cleaning your teeth. I’m never good enough for them, it’s almost like a competition, me vs. dentist, and I never win. It’s like, hey I’m sorry, I brushed 8 times a day and flossed 4 and I had a broken arm so I couldn’t exactly reach everywhere, but I asked one of my friends to help me… is that plaque that I see? Gosh darn it… I lose again. But really, I tried to tell the dentist I broke my arm and I couldn’t floss and they were still telling me I was doing something wrong… I’m sorry, how about you floss when your elbow is fixed at a right angle.