I thought we could share unlikely, shocking or just plain weird experiences with each other.
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Dentists, right? Awful experiences...Waiting at the dentist's now I remembered this one time when I was 8 or 9 and was getting one of my molars drilled. The anesthesia process in itself was worthy of a soap opera plot (I could be a real drama queen when I wanted to ::)) but it was when he put that high-pitched drill in my mouth that things took a turn for the worse. I abruptly turned my head to the side and the drill cut the inside of my lip. I just remember the blood gushing from my mouth as if Tarantino was directing that moment in my life.
Long story short, I had to go under general anesthesia to get my cavity filled. My parents weren't too pleased.
The last time I went to the dentist, they cranked my mouth open and did the cleaning. It was just plain brutal. The time before wasn't quite as bad, but I'm looking for a new dentist.
THIS IS ABSOLUTELY TRUE!
This is going back several years. I was sitting in a local restaurant, the server comes to the table and tells me that the has been paid for. I am perplexed. What do you mean the meal is paid for? She points out the window at a slender man. She tells me that this guy used to be some high priced, wheeling and dealing attorney. He was also apparently a huge fucking asshat to boot. Then this guy had an experience that completely revamped his life. Now, once a year, he visits the restaurant, and pays for a random table's meal, and leaves.
I was looking for the cameras. I thought I had to be on some sort of gag show. This can't be real. But it was.
Quote from: No one on October 26, 2019, 12:36:31 AM
THIS IS ABSOLUTELY TRUE!
This is going back several years. I was sitting in a local restaurant, the server comes to the table and tells me that the has been paid for. I am perplexed. What do you mean the meal is paid for? She points out the window at a slender man. She tells me that this guy used to be some high priced, wheeling and dealing attorney. He was also apparently a huge fucking asshat to boot. Then this guy had an experience that completely revamped his life. Now, once a year, he visits the restaurant, and pays for a random table's meal, and leaves.
I was looking for the cameras. I thought I had to be on some sort of gag show. This can't be real. But it was.
Perhaps when asked who he would pay for that day he said, "I pay for no one!" :grin:
Quote from: Dark Lightning on October 25, 2019, 11:35:49 PM
The last time I went to the dentist, they cranked my mouth open and did the cleaning. It was just plain brutal. The time before wasn't quite as bad, but I'm looking for a new dentist.
Yikes!
Slightly reminds me of the dentist who basically shoved her breasts onto the headpiece of the chair as she worked on my teeth. It is not pleasant having breasts pressed against your cheek while having your teeth drilled...
It was a one time thing. :lol:
xSSp, I feel for you with your early-life dental trauma. My teeth were messed up when I was little from a freak swingset accident, and I had numerous visits to a dentist who seemed totally sadistic to me as a kid but maybe was just a regular dentist. Hard to tell looking back, but I do remember him wheeling over this tray of what looked to me like torture instruments, me looking at it and crying, and him laughing hysterically, so I'm thinking at best he didn't have the greatest bedside manner.
Great idea for a thread. I wish I had a good true story to tell but I don't!
Quote from: xSilverPhinx on October 26, 2019, 02:39:55 AM
Quote from: Dark Lightning on October 25, 2019, 11:35:49 PM
The last time I went to the dentist, they cranked my mouth open and did the cleaning. It was just plain brutal. The time before wasn't quite as bad, but I'm looking for a new dentist.
Yikes!
Slightly reminds me of the dentist who basically shoved her breasts onto the headpiece of the chair as she worked on my teeth. It is not pleasant having breasts pressed against your cheek while having your teeth drilled...
It was a one time thing. :lol:
I'm waiting for Tank to take you to task for this. :popcorn:
The time before my last dentist visit... I was getting a scraping, not the most funnest thing. I was coping by doing minimal shallow breathing, reaching a state of not really be present, it's a technique Pudding taught me, most puddings don't even bother being sentient most of the time. I did it with such success I think the dentist thought I was dead, so she says ARE YOU ALRIGHT??? Yes, thanks for asking, totally ruined my state of equanimity.
Bad Penny, while you're waiting for Tank to take XSSph to task, would you be willing to grant me an implement? Nothing so grand as a spoon seeing as I don't have nearly enough posts. But seeing as I've been hanging around a good while, what about about a silver dentist's tooth scraper?
Quote from: xSilverPhinx on October 26, 2019, 02:39:55 AM
It is not pleasant having breasts pressed against your cheek while having your teeth drilled...
Says you
Quote from: Buddy on October 26, 2019, 04:01:02 AM
Quote from: xSilverPhinx on October 26, 2019, 02:39:55 AM
It is not pleasant having breasts pressed against your cheek while having your teeth drilled...
Says you
:snicker1: I knew that was coming.
Quote from: hermes2015 on October 26, 2019, 04:27:31 AM
Quote from: Buddy on October 26, 2019, 04:01:02 AM
Quote from: xSilverPhinx on October 26, 2019, 02:39:55 AM
It is not pleasant having breasts pressed against your cheek while having your teeth drilled...
Says you
:snicker1: I knew that was coming.
I am a big fan of low hanging fruit ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Quote from: Anne D. on October 26, 2019, 03:34:47 AM
Bad Penny, while you're waiting for Tank to take XSSph to task, would you be willing to grant me an implement? Nothing so grand as a spoon seeing as I don't have nearly enough posts. But seeing as I've been hanging around a good while, what about about a silver dentist's tooth scraper?
I could possibly grant you an implement if I remember, I think I usually do remember, at least I don't remember forgetting.
I think there's some flaws in his logic but I'll remind him. :)
Quote from: Anne D. on October 26, 2019, 03:34:47 AM
Bad Penny, while you're waiting for Tank to take XSSph to task, would you be willing to grant me an implement? Nothing so grand as a spoon seeing as I don't have nearly enough posts. But seeing as I've been hanging around a good while, what about about a silver dentist's tooth scraper?
Quote from: Bad Penny II on October 26, 2019, 04:40:17 AM
I could possibly grant you an implement if I remember, I think I usually do remember, at least I don't remember forgetting.
I think there's some flaws in his logic but I'll remind him. :)
Righteo then, I've been doing some, what's the word?
Stalking?
Vetting, I've been doing some vetting of your request.
Quote from: Anne D various posts
People who leave some sort of bodily liquid on the toilet seat. So very rude.
Austin's a fun town, and there's always something to do/go see, beer to drink but I miss having seasons, especially fall.
I love the story of the Nutcracker.
1. I am extremely lazy in many ways and so will be recycling several items that I used for a similar list on another site.
2. I sometimes have elaborate fantasies about how tough and resilient I will be while trying to survive after the apocalypse. In my fantasies I am quite muscular.
3. My favorite thing is Beer.
4. I run at least three miles/thirty minutes at least three times a week.
5. I find people who tell others about their exercise regimens to be sanctimonious and irritating :).
6. Any health benefits accrued from item 4 are totally counteracted by my love of beer.
7. I'd like some beer.
8. I'm often somewhat socially awkward, and on those few occasions when I actually do hit it out the ballpark socially speaking, all I can think is, "Damn, now I've set up unrealistically high expectations for my next interaction with this person."
9. My guilty pleasure while on long drives is to listen to religious talk radio.
10. I'm super competitive, even with things I obviously suck at (such as sprint races).
11. I was a gorgeous baby, easily upper first percentile.
my grandma's house (woodsmoke, frying bacon or liver), fresh coffee, fallen autumn leaves, pipe tobacco, my boy cat's gingivitis-y fishy breath, certain people's sweat
I really like IPAs, but wish it was easier to find a flavorful low-ABV one. It's no fun to have two beers and already be trashed. When we went to London a couple years ago, I noticed there were a bunch of super-low-ABV IPAs available there, but they also tasted nothing like our super-hoppy American IPAs.
So I thought about letting you have custody of the HAF toilet brush.
I talked him out of that.
You're such a groveller Green, Green the Groveller.
I could of given you the HAF nutcracker but I don't know where it is, Green's probably left it somewhere.
It seems you like beer though so you're getting the HAF bottle opener.
As you only have a paltry post count you can't take it home, I don't want to set any unwanted precedents.
So when you go home, leave it on the nail sticking out of HAF's certified piece of the true cross.
It's your job to open all bottles for members, this may seem onerous but you are entitled to the first swig of every bottle, for quality control purposes.
(https://i.imgur.com/VTNPhMn.png)
Thanks, Bad Penny! I promise to carry out my duties faithfully. Now I just have to figure out how to put stuff in my "signature" line.
And jesus, I'd forgotten about that old post. I think you've outed me as Brett Kavanaugh.
Quote from: Tank on October 26, 2019, 01:15:39 PM
Quote from: Buddy on October 26, 2019, 04:38:25 AM
Quote from: hermes2015 on October 26, 2019, 04:27:31 AM
Quote from: Buddy on October 26, 2019, 04:01:02 AM
Quote from: xSilverPhinx on October 26, 2019, 02:39:55 AM
It is not pleasant having breasts pressed against your cheek while having your teeth drilled...
Says you
:snicker1: I knew that was coming.
I am a big fan of low hanging fruit ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
But not plumbs?
Lead plums are quite toxic.
Quote from: Anne D. on October 26, 2019, 01:01:10 PM
Thanks, Bad Penny! I promise to carry out my duties faithfully. Now I just have to figure out how to put stuff in my "signature" line.
And jesus, I'd forgotten about that old post. I think you've outed me as Brett Kavanaugh.
Done.
Quote from: Buddy on October 26, 2019, 04:01:02 AM
Quote from: xSilverPhinx on October 26, 2019, 02:39:55 AM
It is not pleasant having breasts pressed against your cheek while having your teeth drilled...
Says you
:snicker: Thank you, I did not want to be the first one to say it.
Quote from: Anne D. on October 26, 2019, 02:59:07 AM
xSSp, I feel for you with your early-life dental trauma. My teeth were messed up when I was little from a freak swingset accident, and I had numerous visits to a dentist who seemed totally sadistic to me as a kid but maybe was just a regular dentist. Hard to tell looking back, but I do remember him wheeling over this tray of what looked to me like torture instruments, me looking at it and crying, and him laughing hysterically, so I'm thinking at best he didn't have the greatest bedside manner.
Great idea for a thread. I wish I had a good true story to tell but I don't!
Thanks, Anne. :) It took a long time to get over it but I eventually did. Looking back it wasn't that particular dentist's fault but yes, sometimes I wonder if that particular profession attracts some evil sadists...or at the very least people who have a hard time putting themselves in another's shoes. ::)
I see you have been given a Bad Penny sig item! :grin:
Quote from: Bad Penny II on October 26, 2019, 03:18:21 AM
Quote from: xSilverPhinx on October 26, 2019, 02:39:55 AM
Quote from: Dark Lightning on October 25, 2019, 11:35:49 PM
The last time I went to the dentist, they cranked my mouth open and did the cleaning. It was just plain brutal. The time before wasn't quite as bad, but I'm looking for a new dentist.
Yikes!
Slightly reminds me of the dentist who basically shoved her breasts onto the headpiece of the chair as she worked on my teeth. It is not pleasant having breasts pressed against your cheek while having your teeth drilled...
It was a one time thing. :lol:
I'm waiting for Tank to take you to task for this. :popcorn:
:lol:
QuoteThe time before my last dentist visit... I was getting a scraping, not the most funnest thing. I was coping by doing minimal shallow breathing, reaching a state of not really be present, it's a technique Pudding taught me, most puddings don't even bother being sentient most of the time. I did it with such success I think the dentist thought I was dead, so she says ARE YOU ALRIGHT??? Yes, thanks for asking, totally ruined my state of equanimity.
:snicker:
Well, some animals take to playing dead to escape a predator, don't they? ;)
Quote from: Buddy on October 26, 2019, 04:01:02 AM
Quote from: xSilverPhinx on October 26, 2019, 02:39:55 AM
It is not pleasant having breasts pressed against your cheek while having your teeth drilled...
Says you
:lol:
Don't get me wrong, I usually wouldn't mind
at all, it's just I would prefer not feeling extra nervous because I can feel a nipple rubbing against my ear but at the same time feel like I shouldn't be keeping track of that nipple's trajectory all over that side of my face if you know what I mean. :P
:notsure: I don't think she was wearing a bra that time...it was very awkward. Very awkward indeed.
dude, she knew exactly where that nipple was and what it was doing.
did you ask for her telephone number?
Quote from: billy rubin on October 27, 2019, 12:15:20 AM
dude, she knew exactly where that nipple was and what it was doing.
did you ask for her telephone number?
:rofl:
Should I have asked? I wonder what a good line would be (got this corny one from the internet):
Are you my wisdom tooth? Because something inside me is telling me to take you out.:notsure:
:headshake:
Quote from: xSilverPhinx on October 27, 2019, 12:24:17 AM
Quote from: billy rubin on October 27, 2019, 12:15:20 AM
dude, she knew exactly where that nipple was and what it was doing.
did you ask for her telephone number?
:rofl:
Should I have asked? I wonder what a good line would be (got this corny one from the internet):
Are you my wisdom tooth? Because something inside me is telling me to take you out.
:notsure:
:headshake:
Wow--googling "pick up lines for dentists" produces 3.7 million results. I didn't know it was a thing.
What about this one?
"I have a cavity in my heart and I wonder if you can fill it."
Or, if you're feeling like being direct and getting straight to the, er, point, there's always this: "Are you ready to get drilled?"
This one's kind of sweet and dopey: "My next appointment is 3 months from now, any chance of seeing you sooner, maybe over dinner?"
I'd rather get a tooth pulled than go out with you!
Or, when someone where I used to work had to go to the dentist, we'd say, "You'd rather get a tooth pulled than come in to work, huh!?" That place had its ups and downs, needless to say.
I'm very good at filling cavities.
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So I went to the dentist's yesterday again to get a cavity filled and man, I had forgotten why I hate that drill so much! Besides the shrill ear-piercing noise it makes, it caused my entire skull to vibrate. Added to that, the thing squirted water everywhere except the inside of my mouth.
I went to the dentist to get a cavity filled, not take a shower, dammit! ::)
Without the water spray the heat from the drill would have been very painful.
Quote from: Icarus on November 03, 2019, 02:12:10 AM
Without the water spray the heat from the drill would have been very painful.
That makes perfect sense, but every other time I've gone to the dentist the drill wasn't like a water fountain, throwing water up and all over my face and trickling down to the back of my head. I think his drill was uncalibrated. :notsure:
Apartments, right? I was so eager to move out of the previous house that when I moved in I suffered from temporary blindness due to the peculiar heart shape my eyes had taken, but as time passed and they returned to their prior globular form I began to see more clearly and think to myself,
hmm. :notsure:
The bad paint job, 'paper walls', a cracked toilet seat that had to be replaced, water pipe leaks and a supernatural experience make up the list of why I would have thought twice before calling this space located ten stories up 'home'.
Last week we were hit by what seemed like a mini typhoon. My phone shook and beeped to announce I had received a message, which I checked. It was from the Civil Defense agency warning that strong winds and rain were approaching. Hailstorms too, just in case getting such a message from the agency wasn't scary enough.
OK, I thought. I didn't need to be anywhere, I'll just encapsulate myself in this apartment and everything should be fine, right?
Wrong. The gods of suffering would not have it.
I'll close the windows and shutters in a minute... About 15 minutes after receiving the message it started. At first, a whistle as the wind picked up speed, which became louder and louder until a full minute later papers were taking flight, curtains were trying to free themselves and doors were slamming.
:doh: My bedroom door. When that one slammed shut I felt it in my soul. This is the state of its wooden frame now:
Spoiler
(https://i.imgur.com/9NFvsRv.jpg)
I struggled to close the metal shutters and windows to keep glass shards from flying. Water was hurling in like I was in a ship caught in an ocean storm...and then the lights went out.
It was already pitch-black night. I fumbled for my phone in the impenetrable darkness cursing myself for not having charged it before the power shortage. 20% battery left.
I turned on the flashlight and found the couch, on which I sat uncomfortably sweating and fanning myself until the rain stopped and the wind died down back into a whistle. It was at least 37 degrees Celsius outside and inside the fortress I had created for myself against the wind it must have been even hotter.
As the hours in darkness passed and my phone slowly died, I felt the quiet desperation crawling into my brain become louder and louder until it was near deafening.
How long is this going to take? What am I going to do?
I decided going to sleep was the best way to pass the time. I turned the knob on my table fan so that it would turn on when the power returned and tried as best I could to sleep uninterrupted by the silence and heat. I plugged the charger to my phone and closed my eyes hoping day would come soon. I had no idea what time it was.
Morning came slowly, unaccompanied by electricity. Since there was no way I could set the alarm, I had woken up late so I scrambled to get ready to catch the 8:20 bus. The elevators weren't working so I opened the door to the emergency exit to expose a dark, stuffy corridor. I closed the door and read the sign again. Emergency exit.
This is ridiculous, I thought. How can an emergency exit be so dangerously dark? There were no emergency lights. The side windows were closed as if to conceal the dark stairway from the outside world. The air smelt as if I had opened the door to ancient catacombs. If there were ever a real emergency every panicky soul in this building would be fucked.
I took a deep breath and started slowly making my way down, opening the windows as I went so that light would bounce off the steps, making them visible. Eventually I reached the ground floor and hoped as I left that the power would be back before I was, because what goes down must go up in this case.
This time I was lucky, the lights came back on at around 11 a.m., way before I did. :whew:
Sounds like an intense several hours, one way and another! :spooked:
Wow, what a time you had.
The bad news is that now you'll be forced to call in some hunky repair guy to fix your bedroom door.
(https://i.imgur.com/zyIfpa1.jpg)
Quote from: hermes2015 on January 20, 2020, 04:59:29 AM
Wow, what a time you had.
The bad news is that now you'll be forced to call in some hunky repair guy to fix your bedroom door.
(https://i.imgur.com/zyIfpa1.jpg)
He seems to have a peculiar hammer technique.
Perhaps it doesn't matter.
Perhaps.
Quote from: Bad Penny II on January 20, 2020, 07:39:42 AM
Quote from: hermes2015 on January 20, 2020, 04:59:29 AM
Wow, what a time you had.
The bad news is that now you'll be forced to call in some hunky repair guy to fix your bedroom door.
(https://i.imgur.com/zyIfpa1.jpg)
He seems to have a peculiar hammer technique.
Perhaps it doesn't matter.
Perhaps.
AND...
and...
Carpentry 101:
Never do carpentry without a shirt on.
Also...
Pulling a nail out of the wood is not gonna make him sweat enough to take his shirt off, is it?
And why does he need a square layout tool to pull a nail?
And where is his hard hat?
:reading:
Quote from: Magdalena on January 20, 2020, 10:00:07 AM
Quote from: Bad Penny II on January 20, 2020, 07:39:42 AM
Quote from: hermes2015 on January 20, 2020, 04:59:29 AM
Wow, what a time you had.
The bad news is that now you'll be forced to call in some hunky repair guy to fix your bedroom door.
(https://i.imgur.com/zyIfpa1.jpg)
He seems to have a peculiar hammer technique.
Perhaps it doesn't matter.
Perhaps.
AND...
and...
Carpentry 101:
Never do carpentry without a shirt on.
Also...
Pulling a nail out of the wood is not gonna make him sweat enough to take his shirt off, is it?
And why does he need a square layout tool to pull a nail?
And where is his hard hat?
:reading:
It's all irrelevant nit-picking! The important thing is that he's there with his tools.
Quote from: hermes2015 on January 20, 2020, 10:13:37 AM
Quote from: Magdalena on January 20, 2020, 10:00:07 AM
Quote from: Bad Penny II on January 20, 2020, 07:39:42 AM
Quote from: hermes2015 on January 20, 2020, 04:59:29 AM
Wow, what a time you had.
The bad news is that now you'll be forced to call in some hunky repair guy to fix your bedroom door.
(https://i.imgur.com/zyIfpa1.jpg)
He seems to have a peculiar hammer technique.
Perhaps it doesn't matter.
Perhaps.
AND...
and...
Carpentry 101:
Never do carpentry without a shirt on.
Also...
Pulling a nail out of the wood is not gonna make him sweat enough to take his shirt off, is it?
And why does he need a square layout tool to pull a nail?
And where is his hard hat?
:reading:
It's all irrelevant nit-picking! The important thing is that he's there with his tools.
No, it's safety.
He also needs a real belt. His pants are falling. And I bet he's wearing tennis shoes and not steel toe work boots. ::)
~I'm just saying.
i suspect tbe only safety gear that guy needs is a condom.
Quote from: billy rubin on January 20, 2020, 06:56:51 PM
i suspect tbe only safety gear that guy needs is a condom.
:evilgrin:
Quote from: hermes2015 on January 20, 2020, 07:06:55 PM
Quote from: billy rubin on January 20, 2020, 06:56:51 PM
i suspect tbe only safety gear that guy needs is a condom.
:evilgrin:
No. >:(
He also will need NoCry Safety Glasses with Clear Anti Fog Scratch Resistant Wrap-Around Lenses and No-Slip Grips with UV Protection.
:lol:
Quote from: hermes2015 on January 20, 2020, 04:59:29 AM
Wow, what a time you had.
The bad news is that now you'll be forced to call in some hunky repair guy to fix your bedroom door.
(https://i.imgur.com/zyIfpa1.jpg)
Heh. :grin:
:lol: This thread...
Quote from: Recusant on January 20, 2020, 02:39:43 AM
Sounds like an intense several hours, one way and another! :spooked:
It was! But not as scary as the next events I am about to recount.
It was last Friday. Just two days had passed since the windy episode that had sent us back to the Stone Age and on the castigated streets of Porto Alegre the damage could still be seen -- fallen trees blocking roads, offline traffic lights, an occasional flat car under huge wooden trunks. Stories were dancing off the lips of passengers on the morning commute of entire houses that had their roofs flung off or of massive trees that had smashed them in.
I was still feeling a little uneasy after the past two days when I arrived home that day. Eager to begin my evening ritual which ended with me flopping on my bed, I quickly ate an egg sandwich for dinner, grabbed a towel and got ready to take a shower. As soon as I turned the shower handle there was this instantly loud humming noise coming from outside the door.
I froze.
I turned the handle again. The humming stopped just as suddenly as it had started.
Strange, I thought. Maybe I'm just imagining things. I turned the handle again and once more there was humming coming from just outside the door.
My brain, being the weird organ it is, decided a background song would suit this moment and so it began to conjure the shower song from Hitchcock's 'Psycho'. Many possible explanations passed through my mind like they were options lined on a buffet table. A dish of maybe-I'm-going-crazy, another of oh-I'm-definitely-going-crazy, a bowl of must-be-coming-from-next-door and a huge tray of...ghosts.
It must be ghosts, I thought. These wayward spirits are somehow linked to the water, which makes perfect sense since we are currently in Aquarius. Makes perfect sense.
The jukebox in my brain started playing 'Aquarius (Let the Sunshine in)'. I purged the thought and the song as I left the water running and slowly opened the door. No other sign of aquarian phantoms beside the humming that was coming from the room in front of me. I carefully opened the second door and to my surprise, the humming was coming from the air-conditioning apparatus.
'What the...'
I turned off the water and sure enough, the AC turned off as well.
'Dafuq is going on?!'
I did what I had always done in situations that are beyond my understanding. I called my mother.
'Must be a short circuit!' she told me, obviously worried.
I was both bewildered and slightly relieved. It's easier to get an electrician in here than the Ghostbusters. :whew:
^^^
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Oh dear. Now you are going to be forced to call in an electrician and a plumber as well! But pace yourself: don't get them at the same time.