Suction Yourself

This afternoon I made my once every fourth month visit to the dental office for my cleaning and check up. I was so looking forward to it. Forty-five minutes of just lying down staring at the ceiling with NO ONE bothering me. I LOVE it! This time I had to have x-rays taken. The office has a new digital x-ray thingy. No more paper things in my mouth. Just a futuristic plastic thingy in my mouth. I could actually see my x-rays on a computer screen. Cool. The hygienist zoomed in to get a closer look at my tarter build up. Not cool. After the x-rays and zooming in and out were over, something very weird happened. The nice hygienist (she really is nice) told me I would have to suction myself. Huh? Suction my own spit? You have got to be kidding. She wasn't kidding. She handed me the little plastic suction thing. I made a joke about wanting a discount if I had to suction my own spit. She laughed and said I could ask. Should I be outraged by this? I mean, please, suction my own spit? Pffft! Am I being too bourgeois about this? I don't go to grocery stores where I have to bag my own groceries. I want my groceries bagged for me. I HATE buffets. I want to be waited on. I refused to suction my own spit. I just swallowed it. What is this world coming to when you have to suction your own spit at the dental office? Outrageous. OMG! She didn't even floss my teeth. She usually flosses my teeth! What is the world coming to???????