Why I hate going to the dentist
It’s not the reason you think.
See, I had my teeth cleaned yesterday. Ick. But the dental hygienist du mois had a gentle touch and it was fine. But they’re invariably playing some schlocky radio station in there.
And it was all request hour. And someone called in to request Meatloaf. And they played it. And so when I rode out to Champlain this evening (56km) I had Paradise by the Dashboard Light looping through my head.
Please pity me.
