Fun at the dentist's Last night I had a root canal. They put me on gas and used a topical anesthetic and then gave me three needles, which “took”, so it wasn’t too horrible discomfort-wise. (With my first root canal about seven years ago it took 10 to 12 needles before I was finally frozen enough.) The worst thing was having to listen to the dentist sing along, in an off-key falsetto, to the Michael Jackson CD that was playing.
→[More:]The dentist also made a joke about how Michael Jackson is giving a concert in London and even David Beckham couldn’t get tickets “because he wasn’t
posh enough! Har! Har! Har!” Neither the dental assistant nor I laughed at this, so he asked if we’d heard it and then repeated it. We still didn’t laugh. Then the dentist asked if we didn’t know who David Beckham’s wife was. I said I knew David Beckham was married to the former Posh Spice and suggested that the dentist might have to crank up the gas a little more if he wanted me to find that funny. Yeah, yeah, so I'm not exactly at my sweetest when I'm in the dentist's chair. But look at what was being inflicted upon me.