For one hour and twenty-three minutes, I sat in my dentist's waiting area. At one point there were 13 children there in various stages of laughter and tears. One little girl showed me over and again that she knew how to brush her teeth by demonstrating with the new sealed toothbrush she had been given.
A young teen entertained us with the magic of his Fidget Spinners. His little cousin attempted to put as much terrible into two as he possibly could.
A black woman who had been waiting as long as myself went to the counter, and got very black on 'em. "I gotta go, 'n I need my teefs ta.Day!" She was next. No fair! I don't know how do do that!
The oversized abstract paintings were actually not that bad after staring at them for an hour.
A black dandy quietly entered carrying a small oxygen tank tethered to his nostrils. He was seen immediately and left ten minutes later like royalty.
Another woman snored loudly as her husband pretended to read. Next to them, a granny on a walker warned three small Ethiopian children of the dangers of not taking care of their teeth. "I'm old and my medicines made my teeth fall out. They gave me fake ones, but I can't chew so well no more." The children were all smiles and as attentive as if being told their favorite bedtime story. I smiled at them like a university registrar. You know that vacant plastic smile were you wonder if you are actually being wished dead?
I sat wondering when my tooth extraction would save me from them all.
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