Erin had been much more recently than I had, but she was still nervous about her visit. The woman takes terrific care of her teeth (brushing multiple times a day, flossing, rinsing...), but unfortunately, while her teeth look great, she has a history of problems.
After her visit.
Me: How'd it go?
Erin: He's really nice. Wonderful, actually. But I have to go back to take care of my cavities.
Me: Erg. When is the appointment?
Erin: Appointments. I have four.
Me: Four cavities?
Erin: No. Four appointments. I have so many cavities, they need to tackle them in groups.
It is not fair. At all. Making it even less fair is my experience in the same chair.
Dentist: OK. Looks great! You can go.
Me: What do you mean I can go? Don't I need an appointment for my cavities?
Dentist: You don't have any!
Me: Not one?
I start to freak out. Erin's not going to like this.
Me: You've got to give me something.
Dentist: I've got nothing to give you! You've got healthy teeth.
Me: What about this spot here that I can feel with my tongue? Surely, that's a gaping cavity.
Dentist: Let's see.
He looks in my mouth.
Dentist: Oh, that's just a build-up of enamel on an old cap. Here, I can buff that off right now.
He gets out his polishing tool. In a moment, the bump is gone.
Me: (feeling the spot with my teeth) Hey, that's great!
Dentist: Just keep taking great care of your teeth. You do floss regularly, right?
Me: If by "regularly" you mean this morning and eight years ago before my last dentist appointment, then yes.
(Don't tell Erin any of this. I beg you.)