Mobile Phones and the Dentist

Don't you simply hate individuals who talk on the cell phones while they drive? Senselessly babbling away, not making time for the street, endangering everybody else regional... Therefore inconsiderate.Anyway, nowadays while I was driving to the dentist and talking on the telephone, I got a little bit distracted and turned onto the incorrect street... twice. But I skillfully figured out a secret back to where I belonged and pulled into the parking lot right on time. Unfortuitously, it absolutely was the parking lot at my doctor's office, not my dentist's.Now, I've always been somewhat reluctant to go to the dentist. When I was young, they used to lie to me to get me there. Of course once I knew what was happening I would throw a weeping match - in the car on the way to the dentist, in the elevator on the way up to the office, in the waiting area, in the dentist's chair throughout the entire visit, in the office while my mother settled, in the elevator on the way down, in the car on the way home, and once again when my dad got home that night simply to be sure everybody knew how I felt about it.My mother was afraid of the dentist. And she shared that concern and its effects with her children. Our dentist was picked by her based solely on-the undeniable fact that he would give her a lot of Novocain. A great deal of Novocain. Beyond that, she never really troubled about the skills-as-a-dentist thing.My own idea is that dentistry was conceived by Beelzebub, based mainly on-the fact that our dentist appeared precisely the way I thought a Devil's minion would seem. And, oh, in addition, when we were finally done and needed nothing more than to operate as fast and in terms of possible, he'd smile at us kids, along with his coke-bottle-thick glasses making him seem popeyed, and hand us each a lollipop. Perhaps not the very best dentist, but undoubtedly a smart businessman filling up reunite customers.Today, despite better dentists show me that there might be some redeeming value in dental care, I still get a bit unsettled before an appointment. For that reason, I've two things to say about the cell phone thing:1) It may have been the fact of planning to the dentist that distracted me and not the cell phone. I think, probably, my subconscious was looking to get me to go to the wrong position and miss my appointment totally. Self-protection is really a very powerful reaction in times of peril. That may explain it.2) I believe I deserve an from condemnation because, If it was the cellular phone use, after all, I was on my approach to the dentist. Maybe I would not need had the oppertunity to speak again when I arrived on the scene. One little slip of the punch and, oops. If they use a cellular phone while driving or I might have choked using one of the devices they had stuffed into my mouth right before asking me how I was doing.Either way, I feel fully justified in continuing to evaluate others. Unless, of course, I understand they were on the way to the dentist.