I found out that I have another stupid cavity.
“Well,” said the hygienist, poking me with a very sharp stick, “you have a pit that we’ve been watching for a while, and now it’s developed into a cavity.”
Hm, really? Well, thanks so much for sharing that information with me, when it can do me absolutely no good whatsoever.
“But it’s only a little cavity. And it will only need a little filling.”
That did not make me feel any better.
But it did make me wonder; is that anything like being just a little pregnant?