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...crying because someone supports dialogue? Not surprising, just pathetic.
Oh my fucking god, imagine being this poor dentist/hygenist/whoever.
You're already in a situation where you're having to spend extended amounts of time looking into nasty-ass mouths, putting you at a huge-ass risk for contracting COVID because someone's literally breathing right onto your face, but you're doing your best to get through because it's a job and people still need dental care.
Then this blubbering snotball comes rolling on in, spewing bodily fluids all over, and you have to wait for them to chill the fuck out while you both feel super uncomfortable and anxiously watch the clock because you're trying to keep on-schedule. They eventually manage to stop snivelling, wipe away the tears and snot and drool and god knows what else, and you silently give a prayer of thanks and try to get to work.
Now, while you're trying to literally work on their mouth, they
will not shut the fuck up. You're doing the usual polite small talk, trying to put them at ease because that's what you do because dentists make most people nervous and this is just part of your routine, and this tard just wants to pour out their whole life story. You're already behind schedule, and now you're having to pause every three seconds and get out of their mouth so they can just keep on talking. And even worse, they want to talk politics. One of those things that's supposed to be a social taboo in terms of conversation alongside sex and religion, because people can disagree so vehemently about it and it's just not comfortable, it's not polite, it's SUPER NOT SOMETHING YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE EXPRESSING IN A WORKPLACE.
So now the snot-covered idiot is just sperging at you while you awkwardly try to poke your tools in their mouth on the rare occasion they stop to breathe, and you're just 'uh-huh'ing along because please god, just let this be done with. And they just. Won't. Stop. Holy shit. Finally you make a little monologue of your own because at this point you'd be willing to read
Mein Kampf aloud if it would make them stop talking, and thankfully they SORT OF have at least the social grace to shut the fuck up if you're actively talking at them. And at long last you finish the most awkward, insufferable, rushed dental cleaning of your life and shoo their tard ass out the door and go to the bathroom and have a nervous breakdown of your own.
And then you try to figure out how to compensate for an appointment that took twice as long as it should have because your patient has absolutely no consideration for someone just trying to do their goddamn job.
Can you imagine. I know dentists charge and arm and a leg for their work, but this is probably the first time where I felt like they sure as SHIT didn't get paid enough. God.