Dentists and Doctors, cohorting with the Devil

Have you ever gone to a Doctors office. 90% of the trip consists of waiting to see the doctor. 5% is actually spent with the doctor. He'll either prescribe medication or tell you that you that all the tests are normal and you can leave. Which doesn't seem to answer any questions, but by this time you have spent so much time sitting in the doctors office you just want to get out of there, so you don't push the issue. The other 5% is leaving the office. As awful as visiting the doctor can be, I'd rather see them then a dentist. You spend half your visit to the dentist in a waiting room. But the other half you spend sitting in a chair having some newly trained hygienist scrubbing away at your mouth. Eventually the Dentist will come in. He'll be wearing some glasses that make his eyes bulge like a fish, and a smile that everyone knows is fake. He'll act like you are the best of buds, ask how you've been and what you've been doing. He'll want to know if you are going to school, and if so what classes you are taking. He'll ask if you're married and if not try to hook you up with the hygienist, but then realize she is married. He will ask all these things while he his starring down your throat, jabbing away at your teeth and gums. How the heck are you supposed to answer any of his questions? I'm pretty sure dentist are either really good at talking to themselves or they are fluent in Grunt. Eventually he'll get tired of deciphering each grunt so he'll turn his attention to the hygienist. He'll then proceed to ask her how she is doing, what she has been doing and how her husband is. They will then have a lengthy discussion about how the hygienist recently visited her in laws. Meanwhile you are left sitting in a chair with your mouth open, looking like a dead fish. Eventually the Dentist will finish up and tell you that you have a cavity and he needs to see you sometime in the next month so he can remove it. Then he gets up and leaves. The hygienist will give you a little baggy consisting of a cheap toothbrush, a small tube of toothpaste, a little container of dental floss, and a sticker. Truly the only thing worth keeping is the sticker. She'll then inform you that your co-pay is due and that while you are at it you might as well pay for the next seven visits you'll be having because they will all be within the next couple of months. At least a Doctor has enough sense to send you the bill instead of haranguing you with it after they've tortured you for the last two hours.