Monday, November 15, 2010

I guess it’s that time of the year again

I had to go to my local (suspected) nazi war criminal practitioner of the dentistry arts to subject myself to a periodic lecture, torture session and tooth extraction. Lucky me, Dr. Szell was busy (and I joke, I love him to death, but 99% of our encounters involve a lot of pain, so I always relate our interactions to Dr. Szell in The Marathon Man asking Dustin Hoffman if “is it safe?”), so one of his associates took care of me. No lecture, no torture session, the man has the hands of a saint.

On my way out, I saw this:

Not what you want to see after having a tooth extracted.

Not exactly what you want to see right after a tooth extraction.