Dentists

      So my mom thought it would be a good idea to schedule a dentist appointment for my sisters and I the first day of our break. I got to start the day off with getting up early and getting my gums scrapped at.
      The hygienist I had was some lady I'd never seen in my life and she must have been fresh out of med school because she looked like she was in her 20s. She, like all dentist though, kept trying to strike up conversations like:
"How was your weekend?"
What I thought: My favorite character was shot in the heart so yeah I'm going through a state of denial but yep totally 100% happy, my weekend was great.
What I actually said: "It was fine."
She proceeded to scrape my gums more than my teeth and I swear I've never bled more (and that's including periods). She also was at the weirdest angel ever. She sat sorta behind me and her breast were right next to my face. Like lady, I'd appreciate it if I didn't bleed out and if you'd I don't know MOVE OVER A BIT. She than every so often would ask more random questions.
"What school do you go to?"
Now normally when I say School of the Arts I get "OH cool, what's your major."
Instead though she had no clue this school existed.
"It's on Prince street..." Nothing, just blank stares. "It's in the NOTA area...Neighboorhood of the Arts...Across from the Memorial Art Gallery..."
"Ooh..yeah yeah..."
There was an awkward pause before she began ripping my gums up again.
"You have really sensitive gums."
Huh really now, the pool of blood collecting in my mouth that I am choking on would agree.
"Yea-up."
There was this elevator music playing the whole time quietly in the distance but loud enough that was starting to drive me insane and at this point I think she was purposely stabbing me.
"What grade are you in?"
"Ninth."
"Ah..."
Well that was a fun conversation.
Than like always no matter what hygienist I have there's the winning question:
"Are you planning on getting braces?"
Ding ding ding. YOU KNOW I REALIZE MY TEETH ARE NOT PERFECT. ALRIGHT, OKAY THEY ARE PRETTY FUCKED UP AND I'M ACTUALLY PRETTY SELF CONSCIOUS ABOUT IT SO THANKS FOR POINTING IT OUT LIKE EVERYONE ELSE ON THE PLANET WANTS TO.
"Yeah, actually I'm seeing a orthodontist and will be getting braces pretty soon." I'm going to jump out the window I swear.
      The normal hygienist I have will normally just talk and talk and talk and I'll just nod every so often. She actually lives on my street and in the summer when my sisters and I are up and about sometimes we see her gardening and she's always saying that sometime she'll pay us to help her. Today though I obviously I don't have her. No, no, instead I have this blood thirsty blonde.
      "Well...I think we are almost done here. I'll just tell Doctor Hurt to come in."
Yeah Dr. Hurt. Isn't that a fun name. Especially when your nine and getting you're first cavity filled. His first name is William too, so it's Will Hurt. Ironically he's actually really nice. He was quick and luckily I was able to run back to the waiting room without having to report any cavities to my mom.
      Although I was home free I had to wait another hour plus for both my sisters. There was this guy in the waiting room that had been there when we got here and I expected him to be gone when I came out but he was still here. I was starting to wonder if he was just here for the wi-fi. He finally got called when my second sister was already in and he only was in there for like 15 minutes. Then about 45 minutes later his wife (I assume) came out.
"You know where a Starbucks is around here?" She had barley gotten in to the waiting room and was shouting this..
"Umm I don't know."
"I wanna go to Starbucks. Where do you want to go, I want some coffee."
"Wherever you want to."
"I want to go to Starbucks."
Geez we get it lady you want to go to Starbucks. The conversation about Starbucks dragged on and I was getting bored with eavesdropping. I sat around for another hour regretting not bringing a book.
      Luckily though after this was all over, we were going out to lunch with a friend of our parents who is basically like our aunt. She's really cool too, she basically lives in conventions going to at least two each month with her friends. She has weekly gaming nights and lives with one of her best friends (who's last cosplay was "Sailor That's No Moon" which was a Death Star spin off on Sailor moon). She's basically adult goals. I was very much looking forward to discussing character deaths, fictional fights, cons, cosplay, and how we need to finish our D&D game. At least today wasn't a total bust, even if I lost 60% of my blood in one hour.