The dental hygienists asked me how I was doing.
“Fine, how about you?”
She said she was good, but then made some remark about it not really mattering to me. I replied that it did, because I was already nervous enough about someone sticking pointy metal tools in my gums, I didn’t need someone in a bad mood doing it. She suggested that I use laughing gas, since all her clients had done so all day.
“OK, give it to me”
I can’t believe I hadn’t asked for the gas every trip. You get to float around in space for an hour. Not only is in legal, but your insurance pays for it, and you don’t mind the lady with the fire hose and jack hammer in your mouth!