*Sweat drops*

Conversation with my neighbour (lovely elderly man who walks ever so slow...) the other day... He started casual and friendly chatchat with me in the lift.

7:45am early in the morning
"Hello, it's a nice day, how are u?"
"Hi, ya... it is :) I'm good, where are u off to?"
"Oh.. I'm off to the dentist... I tried to get out of it but my wife wudn't let me."
"Oh... I'm sure it's not that bad..."
"Hope so. It's my check up. 6 months ago I had to get two of my teeth pulled out. Bloody dentist..."
".....oh... that's not good..."
"Where are you off to anyways?"
"Oh, ermm... actually, I'm off to the dental clinic too"
"Oh dear. Good luck with that"
".... thanks..."

The next day, we met outside the main entrance. This time, I started talking..
"How did you go with your check up?" *with smily smile*
"Oh hello there. I have to go back and get my tooth treated. Root treated." *sighing, shaking head, rolling eyeballs*
"Oh...."
"What about you? Where have you been this morning?"
"Oh... to the dentist too"
"Oh dear......... two days in a row??"
At that instant I just said bye and almost ran off.... sigh. Didn't end up telling him the truth, of course. Hope I don't bump into him on the way to/fr my work.
Man... who'd like us...!!!!!!