I'm convinced the hygienist at my new dentist office is in love with me. She must have told me seven times what a pleasure it was to work on teeth like mine. She continually congratulated me on my fastidious dedication to oral hygiene. She told me I made her day. Then she gave me a happy yellow toothbrush. I do believe we're officially courting now.
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That's funny. My dentist's hygienist told me the same thing, right before she spent an hour working me over like a stool pigeon. And I didn't even get a toothbrush out of it. I feel so violated.
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I'll accept your friendship, but on moral grounds I cannot accept your toothbrush. I have too much respect for the bond between a woman and her hygienist to put myself in such a situation.