This may be one of those “you-had-to-be-there” moments, but I’m still laughing about it.
I went to the dentist this morning, and I’m in the chair, practically upside down, and the TV that’s in the ceiling isn’t on (don’t know why) but the radio or MP3 player is on. “Where the Streets Have No Name” (from the Joshua Tree CD) starts at the moment I finally get to swallow and wet my lips because he’s just taken all that stuff out of my mouth, and I say: “Oh, I love U2.” And as I’m licking my chops, I notice that both the hygienist and the dentist have their hands in the air, like in suspended animation, and they are frozen. I mean like not breathing. Even behind those bug-eye magnifying glasses he wears, I can see that he’s practically fixed and dilated, and no one, I mean no one, is moving. Only after at least five seconds do I realize they both think I said: “Oh, I love you too.” So I blurt out, “…the music! It’s by U2!!!” and they both drop their hands, and continued with what they were doing. Of course I laughed harder than anyone. I guess they were still too stunned to get the joke, but I laughed all the way home.
Isn’t it just like a guy (even a dentist) to think that a woman would come on to him while in the dentist chair? I’m kidding of course. I have a great dentist. He’s very professional and gentle. All his staff are wonderful too. Too bad now they think I’m crazy.