Dear Mr. Dentist, You are not my father
As if going to the dentist isn’t bad enough, going to the dentist in Korea positions you for a prime mental breakdown.
“YOUR LATE”, he yelled at me last Saturday, in front of all the people in the waiting room. I was mortified. Then to top it off, I had to put up with four hours of no anesthesia working, drilling, nerve killing, and him constantly clacking in my ear that I’m unreliable and he cannot faithfully attend to my teeth.
shut up. I paid you the money. you fixed my tooth. I’m sorry if your the used car salesman of dentistry and trying squeeze a root canal here and a filling there….I don’t want it. most of all I don’t want to hear anymore of your f’ed up opinions of me.
btw…I knew that you didn’t cause my paralysis when i was talking to you today…..it’s called Karma.
