I was at the dentist’s today for a teeth cleaning appointment. At one point I heard a whirring sound and looked to see what instrument was making that noise? It sounded like a drill. I relaxed when the hygienist set aside the polishing stuff that he had just put on the brush he uses to polish my teeth after all the scraping is done.
“This is not a drill!” I said to him and laughed. “Who would think those words would ever bring comfort to someone?”