I hate the dentist

My father directed me to say, Whaddja know Joe? to Joe Refsum, the family dentist and so because I was only about 5 or so, I did. This guy who had huge meaty hands just laughed and because it was a sometime ago there were no pain killers. novecaine was only used for amputations. I hated the dentist and the drill. I moved onto a much more cerebral dentist who had much more modern equipment but I hated him too because I always had cavities. And his nurse was totally bloodless so of course she played golf which hits my hit parade of stupid games. So this morning I was sitting in the hygenists chair clenching my stomach muscles because I hate having my teeth cleaned too. I'm happy to have shiney white pearly teeth but I hate the process.