How starved for praise must you be if you get a little high every time the dental hygienist says “Gooood” as you open and close your mouth for her to insert X-Ray film? I had to open and close my mouth twelve times today. Each time I totally nailed it.
Speaking of the dentist, does it bother anyone else that the X-Ray vest is just that, a vest? I assume it’s there to protect me from growing a third-something from radiation, but what about my arms, neck, face? I don’t get it. Invisible force-field?