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   softening me up for an upsell
Wednesday, August 30 2017
I showed up at my dental office in West Hurley ready for my teeth cleaning. My dental hygienist was new, an attractive blond woman of about forty. I don't generally think the inside of my mouth is that attractive, especially with those ugly black discount fillings in the molars. But this woman insisted that I have great teeth. She was particularly struck by how well aligned they all were, and went on to ask if I have a brother (which is typically what I am asked by someone who would be hitting on me if I weren't obviously married). She wondered what sort of water I drank growing up, and was surprised to learn that it was rain water collected in a cistern. The woman might've been hitting on me, but she might've also been softening me up for an upsell (she said she had worked at a national chain dental services corporation with unscrupulous upsell protocols): she thought I should probably get xrays to see if there were any cavities in places she couldn't see. What the hell, I have dental insurance, so I said sure, go ahead.
With a mouth full of clean teeth, I went to the Tibetan Center thrift store and bought an old (but working) variable strobe light unit. That could be useful!

Meanwhile, Gretchen put in the second of her new Wednesday shifts at the bookstore. (It's one of many slots that opened up after her co-worker Quentin moved to Eugene, Oregon.) She wasn't feeling her best, but she managed to power through all the same, and even eat a meal at the Garden Café with friends afterwards, though all she could stomach was soup).


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