A Trip to the Dentist
Everybody's favorite, I know. Three years ago it wasn't mine either; then came Melanie. I entered the waiting area and Rhonda—the receptionist—greeted me. She's a very pretty girl—young woman really. She'd been there for as long as I'd been coming to that dental office (about five years). "Hi Jackie, how have you been?" I answered in my usual quip; "Be careful if you ever meet me in an airport" and then I sat down perusing the ancient magazines. I searched to find an article that...