I fear my dentist is preparing me for the outlay of some big bucks. At my recent cleaning as he poked around and grunted and mumbled, I had visions of my bank account rapidly diminishing. He let me go this time . . . but cautioned that he sees some crowns in my future as some of my larger fillings are starting to break down.
I like my dentist’s motto: “We cater to cowards” – but now I am wondering whether that refers to trembling at the prospect of physical pain or contemplating the hit in the wallet.