One Mo' Time

Hygienically Speaking

I went for my semi-annual teeth cleaning today. Naturally, as the dental hygienist scrapes and pokes, dislogding the plaque missed by my religious flossing, little pools of spittle begin to form around the base of my tongue.

What to do? There's no good way to swallow when there are pointed metal instruments roaming freely about. My hygienist reaches over and grabs a tube emitting a sucking sound.

"Just wrap your lips around Mr. Thirsty," she chirped.

"Oh, you mean the spit vacuum?"

"Yup. That's Mr. Thirsty."

posted by La Cabeza Grande @ 11:56 AM