Monday, October 15, 2007

If I was clever I would have a double entendre using the word 'drill' or 'filling' or something

I took a lot of crap this weekend for how bad this blog has sucked the past 2 weeks. I will rectify that, I promise. Not today, though. Because once again I have passed out on my couch just barely waking up in enough time to get ready for work.

Let's quickly talk about this dentist who claims he has to rub women's boobs to treat TMJ. First of all, you have to at least respect his nerve for claiming that copping a feel is job-related. I mean like respect him from your home while he's sitting in jail. But I have a question about this part of the article:

"Deputy Attorney General Jeffrey Phillips gave Lew three new complaints, including one from a 31-year-old woman who said Anderson fondled her at least six times over two years.

She took to wearing tight shirts with high necklines, "and Anderson would still get in under her shirt and bra," according to a police report."

6 times. 2 years. Changing the outfit on purpose to avoid the fondling. Can I ask the obvious question here? What city does this lady live in that this guy is the only dentist she can go to? I'm assuming it's gated and the walls are guarded by men with guns so she is unable to leave the city limits, too. There is no other explanation for staying with a dentist who is regularly fondling you. Unless you are dating him. And let's be honest-nobody dates dentists. Just kidding, Meg whose dad is a dentist.

Also, I've never been fondled against my will, but I would think if my dentist was getting under my bra, I might have some sort of reaction. Like, I don't know, stopping him. At the very least saying something like this: "Um unless you're going to buy me dinner, doc, you best be getting your hand out of my shirt."

I have a dentist appointment on Tuesday. I'll let you guys know if I score.

6 comments:

Nicole P. said...

First time commenter here!!
I would ask the same question, why not find another dentist? Some people are just dumb.
I could tell you the scariest (in a ha ha way) fonding/dentist story even, not me but one of my looney friends. But I would have to leave an essay size comment. To make a long story short, she was caught fondling herself by the dentist, in his chair...and she admits to this!!! It's funnier if you hear the whole story.

Johnny Virgil said...

maybe he's just a really good dentist.

Mon said...

dang, if I were still single, I might actually forgoe my fear of dentists and make an appt. Oh, I'm kidding. Sorta.

Dr Nate said...

From an Actual Dentist (non-fondling):

So, you're apparently a friend of Cathryn (in Maine), who emailed a link to your blog to my wife (who had the good sense to date me before I went to dental school...)

They actually were reading that yahoo story this weekend, and as every paragraph went by, my reaction was:

"What?.... WHAT?....Are you KIDDING??? WTF...!?!"

anyway, i can't help but think that in any NORMAL (non-walled and patrolled by armed guards) town, if anything like that happened, the whole town would know in a week and you'd be out of business in a month.
ugh, I can't even get over this; i'm going to post more on my blogspot....do take the time to check it out! ttfn....

CruiserMel said...

Honestly, who's the idiot there? Me thinks it's that woman. Wearing a TIGHTER shirt? Oh yeah, that turns men off. Mo-ron.

Anonymous said...

Sarah - it's "Cathryn (in Maine)" and I felt I should comment since Dr. Nate totally outed me as a lurker on your blog. I have been an occasional peeper since your rousing rendition of our bus crash at Beck's bachelorette and will move back into the cybershadows now while you continue to keep me laughing. Keep it coming!