dentist

The Trip to the Dentist Office Thinking to myself, is there any way I could jolt back in my car and head back for home, I enter the tall thin tan colored brick building and walk over to the elevator, hoping that the last half hour of scrubbing my teeth to death pays off. Nervously, I push the up button and patiently wait. The elevator door promptly opens and I am engulfed, the door closes, …

…would eat at me if I didn’t know now before he would call my parents to set up another incrushiating appointment. “Do I have any cavities, Dr. Schall?” nervously I asked. Nope, you are cavity free keep up the good work. He then hands me a new soft tip toothbrush and I leave the dentist office with a much more happier smile on my face, while I roll my tongue over my pearly whites.