Toothy

Went in this week for a teeth-cleaning. I'm always fascinated when the hygienist jams a needle-tipped instrument into my mouth like Van Helsing driving a stake through Dracula's heart, then frowns under her mask and says, "Wow, your gums are bleeding ..."


No shit? You are digging around like a 49er with a pickaxe on speed who thinks he's found the motherlode, it feels as if I'm being tortured for information this way because the waterboarding didn't work, and you are surprised to see blood?


Man ...