Sometimes the Drill isn't the Worst Part

So last week I went into the Dentist to have a temporary crown put on until my diamond studded one comes back from the lab. (It'll give me more street cred.--see Lil' Wayne below)

Anyway, that day it was a very snowy and it was quite nasty on the way to the dentist. After I got there I spent a decent amount of time with the assistant while we waited for the dentist. Here is the first of our confidence-inspiring conversations.

Assistant: I'm glad you made it in today, most of our appointments are cancelling (because of the weather).

Me: No problem.

Assistant: Maybe if I'm lucky the last one will cancel and we can go home early.

Me: That's always nice

Assistant: Maybe if you're lucky, you'll be in so much pain when we get done you won't have to go back to work today.

Me: . . .

Then not to outdo herself, as we were still waiting, she said this:

Assistant: So did you go anywhere for Christmas?

Me: Ya, I'm from Minnesota, so my wife and I went there to see my family.

Assistant: Oh you're from Minnesota?

Me: Ya, that's where I was born.

Assistant: I have a brother that lives in Rhode Island--is that close?

Me: It's actually completely the opposite direction.

Assistant: Oh, I guess I'm not very familiar with the west coast.

Me: . . .

I had no idea how to respond without sarcasm, so I decided to say nothing (thanks Mom). After a few more awkward minutes, the dentist finally arrived and our conversation ended.