Questions For The Lady That Cleans My Teeth...

I've always wondered what the lady that cleans my teeth is thinking.

Every single time I go in for a teeth cleaning...the lady that cleans my teeth seems just a tad bitter about life.

I'm so sorry that you hate your life but must you take it out on my poor, defenseless teeth and gums? I definitely am a firm believer in channeling your anger in positive ways, BUT no need to roughly scrape the enamel off of my teeth! (that is a NEGATIVE way to channel your anger). And please, for the love of God, stop puncturing my gums with that rake-like instrument… It's so painful! Then, to top it all off...you feel compelled to ask me about the nitty gritty details of my life. How about I go out on a whim and say that your sudden interest in my life is not genuine at all. In fact, I am almost positive that it is forced and completely robotic. Now, I'm all for maintaining impeccable customer service, but it seems like you are attempting to overcompensate for something quite dismal. I've come to this conclusion because EVERY TIME I come in for an appointment, you ask me the same batch of questions: "Where do you go to school?" "Do you like it?" "Why did you choose that school?" "What is your major?" Now, I know that you really do not care the slightest bit about what school I attend and what my major is. I know that you know good and well that you cannot even understand me when I respond to your questions. Seriously! How could you when you ALWAYS ask me these questions right after you tell me to open my mouth as wide as I can. Or you ask me those same questions whenever you place that suction device in my mouth!

Let's just make it easier on the both of us....so how about you just clean my teeth and stop trying to act like you care about my life. It was flattering at first but now it’s just outright ridiculous!

Would It Have Been the Animal's Fault?

Vigilantly, at a moderate speed (of course), I made my way down the busy E.N. 16th street to go to work. It was about 7:50 in the morning and pedestrians and bikers rushed across the busy street to go to class. I am always prepared for the overly rambunctious pedestrian that makes a death wish by randomly jolting into the street, disregarding all approaching traffic; however, I was not prepared for what was about to happen next. Continuing down the street, all of a sudden, a chunky squirrel lumbered into the street. My problem with this situation was the fact that it did not scurry, it did not even walk, I promise you it LETHARGICALLY lumbered into the middle of the street and then stopped! Seriously? SERIOUSLY?!? Has this squirrel never watched a close relative die from such stupidity? Have there not been conversations throughout the squirrel community regarding squirrel deaths resulting from crossing busy streets? Why in the WORLD would this squirrel abruptly STOP? Me being the "animal lover" that I am...I made an attempt to swerve with hopes of sparing the chunky squirrel's life. Luckily, that squirrel survived, but this brings me to my question....Would It Have Been the Animal's Fault?

I'm sorry...but I refuse to stop traffic and help the fat squirrel make its way across the street. In fact, if I had ran the squirrel over, it would not have been my fault. Why would I risk my life by wildly swerving out of the way for a squirrel? I almost feel like the squirrel should have known better. Seriously! Living on the mean streets of Abilene (or wherever), all animals should know how to survive. I believe that these animals should know what time of day is appropriate to cross the street...and I honestly believe that these animals are intelligent enough to make these decisions haha. :)

Maybe not...however, this situation really REALLY annoyed me...and the more I thought about it...the more annoyed I became. Stupid squirrels!

SAY WHAT?

So I would have never thought that I would start my own blog. How exciting :) People have told me that I should because I always have some type of crazy experience to share. Oh, such is my life! haha Sit back, relax, LAUGH, and read about the daily happenings of my life.

~Jazz