The dentist's office is the only place that I know of in which you allow a person you don't know to put their hands in your mouth, and you pretend they don't exist.
Surely if someone on the street were to put a hand - gloved or not - into your mouth, you'd have some choice words for them. But here in the office that smells of fluoride and latex, you stare beyond them into the brightest light known to man, pretending the masked person hovering a few inches from your face isn't there at all.
You know as well as I do that looking into the dentist's eyes would be astonishingly uncomfortable. Think about it. No one wants to be seen like this.
And you probably don't want to psych out the person wielding the space weapons.
This will never be a reality:
Neither will this. I pray your tongue cannot see.
Even if you think keeping your eyes closed will ease the tension, there will always be small talk. Chit-chatting about your time off and your major are fine anywhere else, but here, where people encourage you to spit in front of them, it's worse. The dentist could be the nicest person you've ever met, but you simply can't hold a conversation when your mouth only allows you to make vowel sounds.
Blaaeuoaruaooaaruuaeugh.
