I work in a dental office, but I have cavities? Seriously, I thought my position granted me some immunity to tooth decay, but I see now that I was dead wrong. Pfff. Silly molars.
Speaking of molars, I am working on perfecting the art of the random subject change. The best example of a topic switch I’ve heard all week? In a discussion about identity, and how we people tend to define ourselves by clothes, possessions, smarty-pants books, etc., a friend of mine jumped in with, “See, this is exactly why I didn’t like jail,” and then proceeded with a bizarre anecdote about how he spent one day in jail and hated it. I laughed so hard I nearly fell off my chair, even though the story wasn’t particularly funny (cellmates? Bad food and violence? Not funny at all, really). It wasn’t until this morning that I realized he never mentioned what he was in jail for.
Which reminds me, if you buy one CD this week, make it Whatever People Say I Am, That’s What I Am Not, by Arctic Monkeys. Listening to them makes me wish desperately that I had a British accent.