Tooth polish is my favorite part of a dental visit. It's painless, leaves my mouth minty fresh, and best of all, signifies the end of tooth cleaning. I went to the dentist today and for the first time since I can remember, the dentist's wife did not tell me that she has a daughter with the same name as me. Instead, we exchanged packages and messages at other people's behest, which made tooth cleaning weirder than usual.
Though not as weird as the position I found myself in tonight, sitting in the back of my dad's minivan. To the right of me was a near stranger. A friend of our visiting friends from Taiwan. A kid maybe a couple of years younger than I am. Perhaps bored by the car ride, he started humming quite loudly. And I wasn't sure what to do.
I also sent a bowl of pho back to the kitchen tonight. But the apologetic waiter took all the fun out of that experience. Way to go, Polite Man.
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