What is the very last thing you’d want to do on your first day back from vacation?

If you answered, “go to the dentist,” then you know the kind of hell and irritation that’s in store for me tomorrow.

If you answered, “go to the dentist on my birthday,” then you know the kind of hell and irritation that’s in store for Dan tomorrow.

I wonder if when he scheduled this appointment six months ago, Dan did not even realize it would be on his birthday? I mean, obviously he knows when his birthday is, but I can imagine the receptionist saying “How about Monday, November 14th at 4:30?” and Dan being like (for some reason), “No, Mondays aren’t good.”

“Okay,” she might have said, “How about that Tuesday? Sometime in the morning?”

“Yeah sure, that’s fine.”

 

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