Bite Me!

I have to go to the dentist this afternoon to get the ol' llama teeth cleaned.

They're already mad at me, I think, because I ducked the last session. (IMHO, a cleaning every three months, especially when I'm paying for it, is ridiculous.) So I'm sure I'll get a double helping of their particular brand of scolding, which combines elements of the Soup Nazi ("No red wine or coffee for you! It stains your teeth!") with Jiffy-Lube salesman ("Well, yes, your wisdom teeth are fine at the moment, but you should still get them out because you never know when they're gonna blow!")

Needless to say, I'm not looking forward to it.

UPDATE: Well whaddaya know? I have to shepherd some moderately important documents out o' here this afternoon and won't be able to make my appointment. [Insert Jerry Seinfeld-like "Thaaat's a shame" here.]

UPDATE DEUX: The Tooth Nazis are not happy. I just had a rayther testy message to the effect that if I tanked another appointment, they were going to charge me the full price, not just the "broken appointment" fee. Time to start looking for a dentist closer to the office.