The "not funny" is fairly straightforward; sitting for 45 minutes with my mouth wide open while the "torture maiden" (hygienist) works in there with power tools makes the back of my head hurt. The "funny" part was on the way out. I was told to sit while the 90 y/o patient ahead was checking out. She's going on about every family member she has all the while tooting about 6 feet from my head. Finally (yes, I was nice) it was my turn and the young lady says are you aware you have different insurance? No, but I figure less coverage with higher cost is usual. So she calls HQ and asks 2 simple questions so I can go.
About 5 minute later she gets the answer and hangs up with some salty language. "Why does it take so long to get simple answers to 2 questions?" I says: "He answered the phone, heard your request, and spent 4 1/2 minutes getting the 'orange' off his fingers from his bag of CheezyPoofs so he could use the computer keyboard." The whole office erupted after they realized the quality of my explanation. I'll be back in 6 months. Joe