I don’t think there was a time I didn’t have to wait at the dentist. This ritual of making patients wait made certain that one had enough time to savor the good things to come.

“Mr. Chin,” a female voice called out semi-chirpyly. I looked up and towards the nurse’s window.

“Mr. Chin,” her voice called out again, this time a little lower and a wee bit more stern.

Our eyes met in the middle of the room, acknowledgment on my part that I was the owner of the name just flaunted across the waiting room. I reluctantly placed both hands on my knees, strained myself vertical and walked towards the man behind the door, the man I was going to pay a great deal of money to inflict pain on me. I made it through the wooden frame and the door closed behind me.

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