I recently paid a visit to the dentist (twice in one month, ouch!). First, to have my teeth cleaned, and then I went back two weeks later to have a cavity fixed. At 28 years of age. A CAVITY. Sigh. During prep, after they stuck that cinnamon-type flavored q-tip (which really hasn't changed flavors since EVER) in the region where the injection goes, I was told to rinse and spit, and rinse and spit I did! I refilled my cup, rinsed and spit, and then as I typically always do because I'm a neat-freak like that, I rinsed the bowl except, the water squirted violently out and the dentist looks over and says, "Oh! You don't have to clean that up!" I confessed to him I was a bit of an OCD neat-freak (sometimes). I then proceeded to tell him to forgive me for acting like Mr. Bean. My dentist knew exactly what I was referring to and began to laugh, nay, cackle hysterically. He cackled so hard he had to recompose himself (you know, since he was holding the world's longest and biggest needle in hand ready to inject me). I too had to recompose myself, and finally got my cavity fixed. I'll soon have my remaining wisdom teeth removed. I hope not to be so OCD or hilarious next time around.
