If anyone were to ask me which is the place where people suffer from nervous breakdown or apprehension,I should be inclined to answer 'A dentist's waiting-room'.
There are all classes of people meet and very few of them look forward to what they have to go through without some qualm or shuddering. If you ask a dentist he will tell u that even the bravest of soldiers express the same amount of dreading when he is asked to sit in the moveable chair and open his mouth.
That waiting room may be comfortably furnished and bright with books and lovely pictures of hot females smiling and showing off their magnificent set of teeths,not to mention their glossy breth-taking lips yet such things make little appeal to u for ur preoccupied with anticipated pain agaisnt which you have no armour to defend urself,but to advance forth,like a lamb to the slaughter.
The atmosphere in the room apart from the previously mentioned hot chics with breath-taking lips is not much enthusiastic,its low,dull and blue.There may be a lttle boy with a swollen cheek which shows the tracemarks of dried tears,moaning and groaning as the dull tootache escalates into pain less bearable,or there may be an old man in his 70's accompained by his more inquisitive wife striking a rapid fire-like conversation with the swollen cheek's mother as the swollen cheek stares at their faces cluelessly,or there may be two old spinster sisters in their girly pink dresses one giving 'dutch courage' to the other while keeping a tight hold on her hand to make sure she does not take a grand escape in case her courage parts her.
As u sit there,u wish u had never come,and blame urself for all those million instances when u had all those yummy chocolates inspite of regular alrming warnings from ur mum. You hear the clock ticking away,occasionally you hear a drill machine like screeeching sound which gives u goosebumps and then again the breath-taking lips come to ur rescue! ( God bless those females,may they never have to visit the very place the are now posing their smiles for!)
As just ur thought comes to an end,the door to the dentists sanctuary opens,a strange sharp smell of medicines and antiseptics float into the room and u catch a glimpse of the washbasin and a table with shining instruments in readiness for the evil deed.The detist makes his appearance and u feel like a child who is asked by his teacher to solve a tedious math problem all of a sudden in the middle of a class!
However for ur suprise he calls out for the old man and you give a sugh of relief for the little respite granted to you!
The old man comes out with shining glowing teeths the reflection of which can be best seen on his old lady's face as her face glows when she notices her love in a shining not armour but teetharmour instead! ;)
The glow on the old lady's face however cannot lighten ur face which is now pale and apprehensive.You enter the room with knocking knees and quaking heart. But to and behold even before you are aware of it the traunt tooth is out.
What a relief!!!
And then u discover the irony of the entire situation..which is that
'it is in the WAITING ROOM that people suffer the agony of anticipated pain and not inside the goodman's den!
So the next time u visit ur dentists just avoid the trauma of the 'WAITING ROOM'
what?? oh..u worried about those hot chics on the wall??..'oh cmon dude u having will be having ur own sets of pearlies right soon'
cheers!!!
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