Can you please take your hands out of my mouth?

Or at least for the duration of your office politics discussion?

Yeah, those were my exact thoughts this morning as my dentist was nonchalantly drilling through my pearly whites.

"Have you heard the latest on sterilization?" my dentist asked while looking at his assistant. "Before you know it you're gonna be in here on the weekends doing that stuff."

Now, I really like my dentist. Despite the fact that his office has cost me a damn arm and a leg, they treat me well, are fast, and are just better than other dentists I've had in the past. BUT, if you're going to talk about stuff while you're all up in my business, could you at least talk about something I understand?

Example, instead of talking about sterilization, how about talking about the great golf course you just played (I'm guessing my bill barely covered your green fees), the latest on Ms. Lohan, or who's nailing the new hygienist. Not that I really want to know about any of this, but at least it would be more entertaining for me. That's all I'm saying.

BTW reader, you should read this post with a slur. That's how I wrote it since I can't feel half of my mouth right now.

Late.