Your Place....or Mine?

So...had a dentist appointment today...yech, the whole process grosses me out but I DO like having all of my teeth. It's interesting sitting in chair while a woman I've known for five minutes gropes around my mouth, fingers reaching places I don't want fingers to reach O_o...I mean, it's my mouth. I suppose there are more personal areas on the body a person could touch but I couldn't shake the feeling that she got to know some people a little too well. I couldn't help but wonder if she could see the slightest hint of a smirk playing across my face as random, comical thoughts crossed my mind. I thought it would have been hilarious to ask her for her number...now that we'd gotten to know each other so well. As I sat in the chair I recalled past experiences in similar offices, a dentist with his hand half way down my throat asking me questions like"So where do you go to school?" and me, attempting to articulate without the proper use of my tongue and lips, answering with "Ah go do Oot Ill Iddle Cool" (Translation Foot Hill Middle School) The dentist nodded saying "Oh yea!!! I know that school!" I wonder now why he insisted on starting a conversation when communication was obviously hindered.