A Scene at the Dentist’s Office

The Curmudgeon was sitting in the dentist’s office, waiting for his turn for his six-month check-up – he’s pretty serious about his dental hygiene – when the dental assistant opened the door connecting the clinic area to the waiting room and called out (changing the names to protect the innocent here) “Mrs. Dunphy and Danny, Melissa, William, and Julia.”  The kids looked as if they ranged in age from three to about ten.

The appointments were for the children but Mrs. Dunphy just sat there, unmoving, so the dental assistant came out and asked her a few quick questions about the children and their health.  Mrs. Dunphy mumbled her answers, all of them one word and most of them one syllable, and kept her eyes down and refused to rise, suggesting that she had no intention of accompanying her children into the clinic area.  Frustrated, the dental assistant said “Well, I at least need you to come in with the little one,” whereupon Mother of the Year called out “Melissa.”

No response.


Still no response.

And then Danny, the oldest, looked at his mother, at the dental assistant, and at Melissa, shrugged his shoulders as if this was the kind of scene he had witnessed many times, and walked to the back of the waiting room, scooped up his little sister, who smiled and threw her arms around his neck, and carried her back into the clinic area with him.

Mom waited until they had all disappeared through the door and then, with obvious reluctance and not a hint of urgency, rose and headed slowly toward that same door.

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  • barbelaine421@mail.com  On August 10, 2018 at 6:55 pm

    Ok, now that’s just plain weird.

  • Peaches Shimmerdeep  On August 11, 2018 at 4:03 pm

    That sounds like depression to me. Sad…and scary.

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