A Dental Story

Back in 2010, I arrived in Arlington, VA....and one of my lesser priorities as time went by....was to find a dentist.

Roughly ten months went by.  I had various problems.

Some local dentists said fine, but said I'd go on a six-month waiting list (by this, it meant I wasn't even getting to the cleaning 'date' yet).

One dentist wanted a fee of $500 to get on his 'list'.

So I finally found a dentist who only put me on a 60-day waiting list.  The odd thing was that it was in the basement of an apartment building about a mile from the Pentagon.

Fine, I show up on this appointment day.

First, it's a weird waiting room.....fashioned in something that looked 1960ish to me.

Second, the music in the room was violin stuff....like an opera-type situation.

So, it came time for him to check me....into waiting room X.  He spent barely 90 seconds and then left me to the 'lady'.

The cleaning lady was like some Russian-looking model gal to do the cleaning with a serious accent, which I identified to be Russian.

Six months pass, and I'm up for my next cleaning.....it's already on a schedule, and I show up.....here is another different Russian-looking model type to do the cleaning....same funny accent.

Another six months.....same deal again.

Another six months....same deal again.

Then I left.

The odds that he got 'tourist' visas for Russian dental technicians?  I never did ask about this, and it's best to just avoid that question.