Brown Motion

A visit to the dentist is ripe with blogging material.  Today was no different.  It was my biannual cleaning ritual.  This is an hour spent with a dental hygienist or a mouth sweeper.  The person, man or woman who works at the dentist office is assigned the job of using a warm water spray that is pointed into my oral cavity and with proper directional control used to remove the detritus that has accumulated with constant eating for the past several months. Today said cleaner was a British woman.  Let us call her Angie to protect her sanity.  Being persistently curious about my surroundings I like to inquire into the personal lives of the people that are in close proximity to me.  At least for the next hour.  I do not want a stranger just taking liberties with my gums and molars.   So we start with the formal pleasantries of what our parents have named us respectively.  After getting past that awkwardness Angie informs me that w...