Abbie goes to the dentist

Abbie didn't like it any more than anyone else, but every six months, folks are supposed to get their teeth cleaned. And it was Abbie's time to go back.

Part of the reason she didn't like it was the hygienist. She just wasn't very nice. It wasn't that Abbie was dying to make small talk with the folks at the dentist, but this hygienist wouldn't say anything other than "spit" or "rinse." But it was just for one appointment every six months, Abbie would be fine.

She got to her appointment early, and checked in at the counter. She sat in the waiting room, reading a magazine. A door opened, and a man's voice said, "Abbie?" She stood up. This guy was new.

"That's me!" she said, maybe a little more cheerfully than she might usually be at the dentist.

"Follow me. My name is Zach. I'll be working with you today."

"Really? What happened with Greta?"

"She retired. I'm new here. But I'm happy to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too, Zach." She shook his hand, and they arrived at her examination room.

"Just have a seat here, and I'll load up your files and we'll take a look."

She sat in the examination chair.

"Lean back," he said.