The Dentist

I hate going to the dentist. I hate the familiar dentist-y smell, that overwhelms you when you walk in the door. Then immediatly seeking refuge as well as a place to quickly brush my teeth, I turn to the bathroom. I hate the smell of the dentist bathroom! And then, instead of spending money on something wise, like disposeable toothbrushes, they have a little chair across from the jon. OK, now whats the point of that? For the next person in line to have a seat? To rest your feet while sitting on the toilet???
Next you walk into the dreaded waiting room, where you're met with classical music, which instead of calming you down grates on your nerves. OK, so you attempt to distract yourself with a magazine. Well, the only ones there are TIME, Family Living, and Olde Person Today! AND they're two years out of date!
So finally after agonizing waiting, the cute little dental hygenist, who has no idea what she's gotten herself into calls you in, makes you wait forever again, while grandma dental hygenist comes in and asks you (every time), how school's going. (what are you supposed to say, the truth??). Then when the dentist finally begins thrusting his hand down your throat, he too asks "How's school going?" but instead of "fine" you emit a strange garbling noise complete with drooling all over his hand. An hour later, you're finally all done, your teeth feel all clean and you're set to go with a brand new toothbrush (yay!), and then they ask you to fork over three months worth of pay. (Uh, you can have the toothbrush back!).
Anyone hate this whole experience as much as me?????????