The New-Age Dentist

DeRay wanted to go to a dentist who was on our insurance for cleaning and x-rays. We have been going to Dr. Rigby for 20 years. I didn't want to change. DeRay & Eddy went to the new dentist. I just didn’t go to a dentist for two or three years. Between Christmas and New Year's, I relented and got my teeth cleaned and x-rayed. One cavity under a gold crown. DeRay had two cavities. Ed had none – in nearly 45 years.

“I don’t know if I can go to a dentist who wears Levi’s,” I whine on our way home. “He’s not a kid. He should wear slacks.” I’m not against Levi’s. I love them on the range, the farm, and casual get-togethers. I love them all the time for sheep and cattlemen. I grew up with Levi’s.
    You'd think he might wear a lab coat to compensate. No. He donned a faded red, white, and blue polo shirt.
    Today we went in, me reluctantly, still not trusting a dentist who wears Levi’s and a polo shirt to work on my teeth. Also, dreading the needles in my gums.

He didn’t numb.

He drilled and picked and drilled. It was bigger than he anticipated but it didn’t hurt one iota; not then; not later. 

DeRay had both his cavities without numbing.

Instead of $600, it was $300 for the two of us.
    No pain. No going home with Lortab or OxyContin.

He can wear Levi’s all he wants.

My new mid-age dentist wears Levi’s.

Is he just a cowboy in disguise?

Please don’t make me go.

Don’t care about dough.

Wait! Great! He didn’t anesthetize!