Dental Visit

The dental hygienist that saw me today was filling in for my regular hygienist (who was out because of a death in the family). The lady seemed very nice (she really did seem like a wonderful person), but was the MOST TALKATIVE HYGIENIST EVAR! She didn't ask me a lot of questions. What she did do, though, was to ensure there was only a few fleeting moments not filled with her voice. Much of the time was devoted to a monologue about how she sees pop culture influencing her 18 year old college student son ("He must have some new friends that use poor language because he cusses much more these past few months.") and her 9 year old son, as well as the things she does to monitor their exposure to the world. I also learned she is proud that she knows nothing about computers, has a tiny garden in the backyard of her home out in the county, would rather mow once or twice a week than worry about killing off the weeds in the yard, and she's become a tomboy that only worries about putting her hair up in a pony tail and washing her face before leaving the house for the day.

What I found kinda funny is that a couple of folks from the dentist office seemed to make a point of letting me know that this hygienist was just helping out while my usual hygienist was out. They delivered the news with a look of apology on their face.