Spent the afternoon in the pikiest dentist known to man. People were seen in order of familiarity. I was a new patient. So I waited. Taking in the vague whiff of dog blanket, the hasidic conversation, the screaming children and the bitter Polish receptionist. Then I left.
Tomorrow I try a Russian dentist. This one graduated in 1996 (the previous in 1966)... here's hoping he sticks to the clock
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