I stood at the counter while the administrator
typed in the information. She asked me, "And how do you feel?"
I
replied, "My face feels like Marlon Brando from the Godfather movie."
The dentist's administrator as well as two other women behind the
counter happily chimed in, "Oooooh, you look fine."
I paid the bill,
walked out to my car, got in and looked into the rearview mirror at my
novocaine-filled mouth. Those women were full of shit. I was one
humped-back away from being Dr. Frankenstein's assistant.
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