Just Call Me Linda
This morning I went to the dentist for the first time in New York City. It felt very urban to be sitting in a dentist chair on a the second floor of an apartment building, looking past a fire escape to see both McDonald's and Krispy Kreme across the street. And my dentist way crazy. He reminded me of my grandfather if he'd been more personable and never had a stroke. He called me by the following names throughout my visit: sister, Annie, darling, princess, and Linda (repeatedly).