Hey, wait, is that the user manual behind Joanie? Look at my eyes; they are pleading; look close; do I see a tear? That is not a cotton gown she’s wearing; it is one of those waterproof bio-hazard safety suits to keep herself dry in case my praise for her infinite hygienist skills is not sincere enough, forcing her to go for my carotid artery through an eye tooth. Good thing her boss, Dr. Lebowitz, has such a smooth chair-side manner, else I’d let the plaque get so out of control I’d look like I had one wide tooth without gums.