In San Jose, like in other places, you sometimes have to go to the dentist. That's right. The San Jose Dentist. (I'm guessing...I suppose they could be called something else...)
Personally, I hate the dentist. I can say that because I have several friends who are dentists and they are all pretty universally hatable. You know those guys; nice, smart, in-shape, smooth with the ladies, etc. You know, the jerks. I hate all of those people.
Have you ever had a cavity? Like one that just hurt all the time and you couldn't wait – it was like a non-stop emergency that didn't actually threaten your life, just hurt you? And then – after hours – days – weeks – you finally get to the dentist, and then VIOLA! You're healed. It's like magic!
Yea. I've never had that happen. So...I'm not that into the whole dentist thing. I just brush my teeth and use super-glue* for sealant.
Anyways. I kind of got on a tangent. I had something to say about opening a San Jose Dentist office but got too distracted obviously. My apologies.
*the author of this post does NOT, nor anyone else he is aware of, recommend using super-glue for some sort of makeshift sealant.
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