if my dentist could read my mind, she would hate me as much as I hate her

I had to go to the dentist to have my teeth cleaned yesterday. I am not normally one of those whiny people who complain about going to the dentist. I do not have a problem with the drill or the extra-large needles, but I abso-fucking-lutely despise the little torture device/metal pick used to clean around your gums. About ten minutes into the cleaning my gums are sore and bleeding and she asks me if I need her to stop for a few minutes. Apparently she did not catch the look on my face that clearly said, ‘Yes, forever…I never want to see you again.’ Aloud I mumble ‘no, I’m fine.’ around the mirror and her fingers. As she pulled the pick out of my mouth with what I am pretty sure was a chunk of skin attached to it out of my mouth I think about The Little Shop of Horrors and the scary dentist. I am convinced that all dentists are sadistic creeps like that on the inside. I don’t care how pretty this woman is or how nice she acts; she is getting off on this. Why else would she become a dentist? Why else would she want to pick and prod at other peoples teeth and gums all day long every day? She lives for this shit.
“Come back in three months and we can do this again” she says and grins while cleaning her torture tools.
I scoff, “Yeah, looking forward to it.”