My hidden shame
This morning I finally rectified a long running issue. I haven’t been to the dentist in over 3 years.
Thankfully, I found a very nice local dentist (he was recommended by a friend that’s in the UW’s orthadontics program…so he was bound to be an awesome dentist). Plus, he has a lovely view out of the window.
It helps when you have to wait awhile for the X-rays to process. Having a camera phone helps too.
Thankfully…no need for any of those for me this round.
But I do have this story to tell. Maybe I’m making too much of it since I’m such a heathen liberal. You tell me.
Hygienist-with-too-much-mascara (HWTMM): Do you watch American Idol?
Me: Urghahunh (that’s me saying “yes” with her hands in my mouth)
HWTMM: Rambles on innocuously about each contestant.
Me: gurgle gurgle gak
HWTMM: You know who I’m tired of? That girl. Oh…what’s her name…shoot.
HWTMM: Oh that girl. You know…that girl…the other COLORED GIRL [emphasis mine]
Me: (thinking) Wha?! Wait. Did she just SAY that?!
HWTMM: You know what bothers me about her. It’s her mouth. You know, I look at mouths since that’s what I do for a living.
Me: (thinking) This is going to be bad.
Me: (saying) Ungh ugnh
HWTMM: I hate her teeth and her lips. Her upper lip drives me crazy. It’s just really big and floppy.
Me: (thinking) I wonder if I can reach that suction thingy and shove it down her craw.
Me: (saying) Gargh! Ung ung ung!
HWTMM: *pausing* Well, I probably shouldn’t say that. You know…if you can’t say anything nice…
Me: (thinking) Uhhh…it’s a little late beeeeeeeeyatch!
Maybe I’m being overly sensitive. But really. Has anyone used that term since 1945 and not been a bigot? I’m sure she didn’t mean anything by it. She used “Colored” the way my Grandpa would use “Oriental” to describe me. It revealed an ignorance but wasn’t intentionally being hurtful. Then again, I don’t have time to spend on oblivious racists.
On top of all that, she was pretty pokey and scrapey with those metal thingys. At least I’m tartar free.