A couple of months ago I went to the dentist. Not a big deal, right? No, not for most people but for me it was a little different. I hadn’t been to the dentist for over ten years. Before you tsk-tsk me I have to proudly tout the fact 0 cavities. None. Zilch. But I did have a filling separating from the tooth that “should probably be replaced.”
So I went this week to have it replaced.
I told my co-worker I was leaving early to go to the dentist. She said, “It reminds me of that old Christmas movie of the elf that wanted to be a dentist. Which one is that?”
“Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer,” I replied without hesitation.
“What?” another coworker chimed in.
“It’s Herbie the Elf,” I decided to go into detail. “He sings the song, ‘why am I such a misfit? I am not just a nitwit.”
“Yeah,” my first coworker said. “He was a misfit.”
“I guess I have never watched that,” our coworker said.
How in the world can you be a true American and never have watched Rudolph at Christmas time? It’s not possible. Maybe my coworker is a spy?
“Silver and Gold,” I continued to sing and my first coworker joined me, “silver and gold…”
“Huh,” our coworker watched us slowly.
“I also use Herbie as my hair guide. When I get a little flip in front like he has (that I call my ‘Herbie-do’) I know it’s time to get it cut.”
This brought silence and a polite smile from my first coworker.
“You need to watch Rudolph this year,” I finished.
“Apparently I do,” my deprived coworker agreed.
To be honest though, when I think of the dentist I never thought of poor lil’ Herbie. I think of Bill.