So I was at the dentist yesterday for a checkup and, not surprisingly, since it had been almost a year and a half since my last visit, the dentist informed me that I had some cavities.
He’d confirmed two of the suspect spots and was examining a third when he suddenly asked, “Do you smoke?”
“No,” I said, all my 40 years of Being A Good Girl rising up in horror that he might think such a thing of me.
“Oh, well this is just a really weird place to get a cavity.”
“I like to be unique,” I quipped.
“Yeah…I was really just hoping you smoked.”
And now I am very afraid.