Today, for the first time in a number of years, I went to the dentist. It was not as bad as I thought it would be: some extractions of 'root retained', I think there are three of them, and one filling. The point I would like to make is that the dentist looked like she was twagging from school. I expected an older lady come in and berate her for not being at school. Anyway, Rachel, was very professional and definitely gave the impression that she knew what she was doing, it is just my prejudices.
It is like the experience I had some years ago when I re-visited my primary school. I have distinct memories of standing in front of a mirror, which was head height when I was at school. Now, it is waist height, things that I remember have 'grown up' with me, so I expect dentists to be older than me, just like they were when I attended regularly with my Mum.
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