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The Trip to the Dentist Office     Thinking to myself, is there all way I could jolt back in my car and manoeuver back for home, I enter the tall thin tan colour in brick building and walk over to the rhytidoplasty, hoping that the last half hour of scrub my teeth to death pays off. Nervously, I push the up button and patiently wait. The elevator door promptly opens and I am engulfed, the door closes, up I go. Once on the second floor, I exit the elevator and immediately I can smell the mixture of the wintergreen flavored tooth spread and the overwhelming aroma of bleach out in the hall, along with the vocalize of the teeth grinding drills which gives, no longer the feeling of the dentist pip but of road construction area. With the opening of the outer door, the blast of self-possessed air hits me giving a feeling of being naked in the cold brutal winter. I walk in and add my institute to the list on the long sign in sheet. Andrew, the slim cash haired woman behind the winter white frosted glass mistake window, sees me and lets me know that the dentist will be ready in a split second.     While I wait hesitantly for the dental ally in her crisp clean creme colored uniform to announce my name, I look at the tiny tropical turquoise splashed weight in the large crystal clear tank sitting in the corner of the room. The sleek silent fish dart about performing hide and seek with the plastic mermaid figure sunken deep at the bottom of the tank wit...