In my job I deal with the public. Which means I often have customers who I know outside of work in one way or another. Neighbors, friends, crazy former clients, etc. Well today I happened to assist my dentist.
He's a nice guy. And a really good dentist. And you know how hard it is to find one of those. But there's just one problem. I hate assisting him in a professional environment. The whole time I am talking to him I am wondering if he is judging me. I wonder if he's looking at my teeth and trying to remember the last time I came in for a cleaning.
It's just so personal, you know? I mean he is fully aware of my oral hygiene. The man has seen me, lying in his chair, my mouth wide open, totally vulnerable and exposed. That bright light shining above, illuminating every pore, wrinkle and stray whisker. Oh shut up, like you don't have them too. Last time I had my teeth cleaned I asked if I could hand him my tweezers, maybe kill two birds with one stone. He chuckled, I chuckled. We shared a moment.
So today, after he left my office, I mentioned my concerns to my coworker, T. She just glared at me.
Me: What? I swear he was looking at my teeth! Do you think I am making this up? I think he knows I have been slacking on the flossing lately.
T: Did you see that guy who just left?
Me: That client you were helping?
Me: Yeah, so what?
T: That was my OBGYN.
Me: Okay, you win.