Brawn and no bite...

I had a dental appointment today for a check-up, and cleaning. As I waited my turn a uneasy looking man of perhaps 35 years entered the office. He looked more nervous than most who hate going to the dentist. His black jeans, tank top, and sneakers were covered with paint splatter. I noticed that the sneaks were actually randomly artistic. He gave me a quizzical look; I imagine most guys don't smile at his footwear. I shot back a look intended to mean "Yo, dude, deyz art everywhere!"

I also thought it semi-curious how muscularly carved this man was... Greek God, yada, yada, yada.

He was next. The very attractive receptionist offered to help. "I want to make a appointment to see somebody, but I don't do no dentist chair." The young woman told him that new patients, had a teeth cleaning, and an examination on their first visit. He demanded and questioned at the same time "Y'all put people to sleep for dat?" The poor woman still smiling broadly seemed to ask with her eyes. "What the F' is happening here?" She turned to her co-worker. The man repeated himself to her. "I can't take nothing done to me in a dentist chair." "Hmm... I never tried that," I thought, never missing an opportunity to amuse myself.

His huge muscles tensed further as they seemed to plead his case. A supervisor was summoned... The nice lady carefully explained that it was not the practice of that particular practice to sedate patients for routine office visits involving cleaning, and such. Brawny dude became agitated, and stammered as he seemed to look about for them, the big dudes that would take him to the chair. I had now crossed the line from entertainment to fear, and moved a tad to the left in my chair for an easy escape if necessary.

Suddenly, the man remembered that he knew a nurse on staff there and asked to see her. He sat next to me for a half hour staring at his phone. He probably didn't even know I was there. I imagine this was just as well because I would have been pummeled, after I involuntarily blurted out, "Nice muscles, afraid of dental equipment are you?"

Then, as if scripted, the outer office door opened, and there stood an eight year old Asian boy with his parents. He extended his arms and pressed his palms against both sides of the door frame while declaring loudly "NO!" The man and the boy both looked too tough to cry.