Cellular Phones and the Dentist
De BISAWiki
Don't you simply hate those who talk on the cell phones while they drive? Blindly babbling away, maybe not paying attention to the road, endangering everybody else regional... Therefore inconsiderate.Anyway, to-day while I was driving to the dentist and communicating on the telephone, I got a tiny bit distracted and turned onto the wrong road... twice. But I skillfully determined a shortcut back again to where I belonged and pulled into the parking lot directly on time. However, it was the parking lot at my doctor's workplace, not my dentist's.Now, I've been a little reluctant to attend the dentist. They used to lie to me to have me there, when I was small. Of course once I knew what was happening I would toss a crying match - in the car on the way to the dentist, in the elevator on the way up to the office, in the waiting-room, in the dentist's chair throughout the entire visit, in the office while my mother paid, in the elevator on the way down, in the car on the way home, and once again when my dad got home that night merely to be certain everyone knew how I felt about it.My mother was scared of the dentist. And she shared that anxiety and its effects with her children. Our dentist was picked by her based solely on the fact that he would give her plenty of Novocain. Lots of Novocain. Beyond that, she never really bothered about the skills-as-a-dentist thing.My own idea is that dentistry was invented by Beelzebub, based largely on the very fact that our dentist appeared precisely the way I imagined a Devil's minion would look. And, oh, incidentally, once we were eventually done and wanted nothing more than to run as fast and so far as possible, he would look at us kids, with his coke-bottle-thick glasses making him seem popeyed, and hand us each a lollipop. Not the best dentist, but surely a brilliant businessman li-ning up return customers.Today, despite better dentists show me that there may be some redeeming value in dental treatments, I still get yourself a bit unsettled before an appointment. Thus, I've a couple of things to state about the cell phone thing:1) It might have been the fact of going to the dentist that distracted me and not the cell phone. I believe, maybe, my sub-conscious was trying to get me to go to the wrong position and miss my appointment completely. Self-protection can be a very strong impulse in moments of peril. That may describe it.2) I think I deserve an exemption from condemnation because, If it was the cellular phone use, after all, I was on my approach to the dentist. Probably I would not have had the opportunity to talk again when I arrived. One small slip of the drill and, oops. Or I might have choked using one of the appliances they'd crammed into my mouth prior to asking me how I was doing.Either way, I feel completely justified in continuing to judge the others if they use a mobile phone while driving. Unless, needless to say, I learn they were on their approach to the dentist.
