I was inadvertantly sexist yesterday.
I visited the dentist's to have a filling replaced. An extremely attractive young dental assistant showed me into the surgery. It turned out she wasn't the dental assistant; she was the dentist.
I'm not particularly good with needles, and flinched as she was injecting my gum. Half of the anaesthetic ended up in my mouth. It was disgusting.
After a while, she asked if my tongue and lips had started to go numb. They hadn't. We gave it a few more minutes. Still nothing.
"Would you like me to give you some more anaesthetic?" she asked. "We did lose quite a bit."
"No, I'll be fine," I said, bravely.
I'm pretty sure I'd have said yes please, if she'd been a bloke.
(No filling jokes, please—or cavity ones.)
When I was about six, my mother took me to the dentist. Apparently, I warned him not to put his finger in my mouth as I would bite it.
He winked at her & said 'don't worry, they all threaten to, but they never do bite'
(We never went back there again!)
What time was your appointment with the dentist?
It was supposed to be 3pm, but they brought it forward an hour, so let's split the difference.
I can't actually remember, it was nearly 47 years ago!
The spam code for this one is OZITT.A Beefheart momentor what?