Somehow I have spent the past 40+ years of my life cavity-free. I'm one of those rare people that does not mind going to the dentist. In fact, the office I go to is more like a day spa than a dentist. I get to stare at pretty pictures of a painted on blue sky surrounded by a vine of traveling ivy while relaxing back in a comfy chair. They hook you up with special glasses so that the glare from the overhead light doesn't blind you. There is a fountain trickling nearby.
So today I show up for my regular cleaning and guess what? I have a freakin' cavity! How the heck did that happen? Did all those fluoride tablets reluctantly taken during my youth do nothing??? Ugh!
Gone are the carefree days of showing up for a minor cleaning. Now there will be drilling apparatus involved and novacaine. I don't care how many free toothbrushes they give me. I don't like this one bit. No-sir-ee-bob!