I visited the dentist today. I always get a brand new toothbrush and some dental floss on my way out. It's better than the cheap. overly sweet suckers that the dentist of my childhood gave me. My childhood dentist I remember as a very tall, very thin man who didn't believe in dental anaesthetic except in extreme circumstances, and never told you what was coming next. His office was in the neighborhood strip mall, on the second floor up a narrow, dark staircase. I was fortunate that I didn't have a lot of dental difficulties as it was an unpleasant experience in an uncomfortable dingy office. My grown-up dentist has a bright, cheery office with a tropical fish tank, posters on the ceiling, and music. It's clean and light and cheerful. During my check-up he spoke enthusiastically about how much he enjoyed the Harry Potter series. It was as pleasant and comfortable as it can be when someone's fingers are in your mouth. And of course, there was that ergonomically designed toothbrush to make it a sketchable experience.