Last week I visited the dentist. I dislike going there intensely, not because I have ever really needed anything doing (barring the obligatory removal of a few teeth that everyone seems to have at the age of 11) but because I am convinced they are going to say, 'Livy all your teeth are going to feel out NOW'.
Anyway, my dentist is now on maternity leave so they gave me to another one, lets call him Mr Fitty Fit. He was luvverly.....
Unfortunately, I was unprepared for his loveliness and became slightly flustered,
Mr Fitty Fit: So, Livy, do you want to sit in my chair?
Me: Of course Mr Fitty Fit, if you want me to sit in your chair.
Mr Fitty Fit: (looking confused) Well... yes. I do. Now, open your mouth.
Me: (thinking that I really don't want Fit Dentist to see inside my mouth, I mean, ewwww) My mouth? Right. (opens mouth a teeny way) see? All fine!
After a while Mr Fitty Fit managed to prise my mouth open and check my teeth, me fluttering my eyelashes the whole time. He then told me (in his sexy Danish accent) that my teeth were EXCELLENT! And then he said six words that broke my heart a little bit...
'See you next time Mrs Parham'.
Damn it Steve!
3 comments:
Time for a new dentist i think!!!!
And it's especially attractive to have a bit of drool around your mouth when fluttering your eyelashes at a hottie! You're well in there
Oh my gosh, that's so funny! The six words really did it. Can you post his picture or something, I'm rather curious of what Mr. Fitty Fit looks like.
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