It was ridiculous how long he had been in the otherwise-empty waiting room. His tooth hurt like hell.
Nothing to read but an old Cosmo and an issue of Highlights. What child likes the Timbertoes, anyhow?
He felt mild pity for the receptionist as she chased him into the office, but really she was as culpable as anyone in wasting his afternoon. As he went to work on the dentist, he marveled at the array of tools at his disposal. Extraction was easy.
Still, it looked like a doorknob and a piece of string was in his immediate future.