I went to the dentist today to get a tooth filled. I'm a new patient of his, and I was feeling pretty comfortable with going to him (well at least as comfortable as I get). I got settled in the chair, was given the tv clicker and was enjoying watching Rachel Ray cook in HD, when the dentist came in.
He asks how I'm feeling, etc.
"Can I get you anything?" He asks?
I say, "No, I'm fine.", but what I'm really thinking is "Yeah, I would kill for some chocolate right now!"
Then he says, "Are you hungry? It's going to be a while before you can eat again."
I tell him yeah, I'm always hungry, but I'll be ok.
"I have some chocolate cookies that my wife made. Would you like a couple?"
[cue sound of needle skidding across record] What the what? Chocolate cookies?!
Gee, let me think... "Um, sure that would be nice."
So, yes, I ate chocolate cookies right before my filling today. My dentist is now my hero, and I am SO his patient for life!
And off topic, but how ironic is it that while I'm researching how to rid one's home of carpenter ants, one of the dirty buggers waltzes across my computer screen? Yes, irony at it's finest, my little 6 legged friend! [cue crazy evil laughter]