Back to the Dentist.

Some of you know I had a pretty interesting visit to the dentist a couple of months ago.  I went back today, a bit begrudingly since I didn't really need to get my filling done, but since I'll be gone for a couple of years and have no idea on how this whole dental dealy is going to work out, I braved it up to return.

I was running late.  I really hate when that happens because I tend to get a little flustered.  Plus I really needed to pee...but you didn't need to know that :) I ended up being only 5 minutes late, but still...the dentist dude was waiting behind the front counter.  Just great...apologize, Sherise, and get on with it.

Dentist Dude: "Did you go to [the motherland] already?"

Me: [Dang it, he remembers!]  "Nope, not until August."

Dentist Dude: "So are you going with a church or missions agency?"

Me: [MAN! Do I have missionary stamped on my forehead? I didn't mention that last time!] "Um, yes, I'm going with a missions agency."

Dentist Dude: "I wish I could go."

Me: [Yeah, we had this conversation already]

Dentist Dude: "Actually it would be kind of cool to be away from home.  You could get drunk after work all the time."

Me: [Sure, buddy...it's your life...]

Dentist Dude: "I really wish I could work for like Starbucks or Ben and Jerry's or something."

Me: [This guy is whacked!] "Yeah, it could be a side job or something."

Dentist Dude: "Except my patients would see me and wonder..."

All this while he started numbing my lip, which I wasn't aware that he was doing until I noticed I was getting the fat lip feeling.  So it got more and more awkward as I mumbled out my answers from the corner of my mouth.  Then he stuck a huge needle into my gums and the conversation ceased. 

I survived my dental filling and tried as slickly as I could after it was over to spit without drool hanging out of my mouth.  It didn't work.  I had this persistent drool that just kind of hung there and I prayed to God he has bad peripheral vision.

Dentist Dude: "Well, good luck...if there are any job openings out there, let me know."

Me: [Uh, sure, whatever] "Okay."

After I paid off my balance at the front counter he reentered and we had one last exchange:

Dentist Dude: "I could be a TA."

Me: [Dude! Just not mine]  "Yep, there's a lot you can do out there." 

I managed my way out the door, lip still numb from the procedure.  I'm laughing at this whole ordeal, but the fact remains that the dentist dude is LOST.  Don't bag on me for overspiritualizing here, but while I had some time to think in the chair I started to think, "Well maybe I should pray for the dude that he come to faith in Christ Jesus."

How spiritual of me :)