Scene: Me, business casual. Darby, hygienist, pink scrubs, bleach blond hair, jewels.
Darby (yelling down the hall): "Where we goin tonight Donna?" (keep in mind it is 8:23am)
Hygienist (yelling back): "Anywhere that has margaritas!"
Darby: "I want a margarita for breakfast!"
Me: what?
Darby (to me): "You ever go out for Cinco de Mayo?"
Me (while biting down on some metal dental gizmo): "uhh yeah"
Darby: "You goin out tonight?"
Darby: "You goin out tonight?"
Me (wiping the spit from my chin): "Uh, I guess, depends on the weather." (Depends on the weather? What? I know, I just didn't know what else to say at that time)
Darby: "Yeah we'll probably go out right after work, in scrubs and all. That way we won't stay too late. Though that may mean we go out early and stay out late of course. I'm known to always be the last one standing at the bar - I'm like, Oh, it's 3am? And I have to work tomorrow? This is a bad idea."
Ok lady, yeah, and get a little closer to my gums with that extremely sharp and pointed instrument.
After the denist comes in and pokes around, Darby tells me that I'm free to go because they couldn't fit me in for a cleaning. Now I'm no denist, but I thought it was pretty standard to have your teeth cleaned, you know, when you go to the dentist for a teeth cleaning. Call me crazy.








