So not only did I have a new hygienist in a new office but the dentist herself is also new since my folder dentist is on (possibly permanent) leave due to an autoimmune disease. Everyone but the receptionist was new.

Receptionist: Ok...now I know you don’t like change...

Me:
So she introduced me to my new hygienist “Sophia” - or as I was determined to call her “Not Lauren”.
Sophia seemed friendly but one doesn’t let ones guard down too quickly with someone who is going to be soon sticking things in one’s mouth.

General rule of thumb.
I remained polite but aloof.
Then she played her first card.

Sophia: Can I just say, I LOVE your boots.

Me:
But she was not done, gentle reader, oh no.

Sophia: So, you’re an Anglican priest? I’m Catholic but you know, we have an Anglican Church near us that I want to try when they reopen to public worship. I want to be part of a church where women can be priests and LGBT can marry
THEN she said:

Now I know you and Lauren got on famously and I know how hard it is to trust yourself to someone new but I promise I’m quick, I’m gentle and I won’t ever lecture you on flossing or anything else.
She then introduced me to my lovely new dentist.

Me: Dr......?

Dentist: Oh just call me Ilanna.
(Checks x rays. Looks in mouth) Everything looks good. I’ll let Sophia finish the cleaning and you’re out of here! Lovely to meet you.

Me:
Sophia cleans, polishes and has me out of there faster than I’ve ever had a teeth cleaning.

As she escorts me to reception desk, she glances at my file.

As I’m leaving....

1971? Wait. You’re almost 50?!?
No! I thought you were early 30s. 35....at the most. Wow.

Me:
Gentle reader, I have a new hygienist and her name is Sophia.
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