“What the hell does that mean? Looks festive. Oh well, at least it’s nice to have something to look at while being tortured. What else have we got? Aruba … France… Whoa! That is one scary lookin’ kid. ” My eyes continued to wander across the hodge podge of themes strewn across the ceiling. There seemed to be every indication that these people had no time to work given the places they are alleged to have traveled. I pondered this for a moment. “Interesting.” I thought. “Not only is this going to hurt, I get to pay for it too. So, instead of being able to travel to any of these exotic places, I get to sit here and subject myself to these oral delights.”

Looking outside I could still see the last remnants of snow that had fallen two weeks earlier. As I let my head fall back into place as the woman in white asked, “are you ready?”

“What a silly question” I thought. “If I wasn’t, I wonder how long they would wait. Would they go and get a cup of coffee? Go work on someone else and come back? If I held out until the end of the day, would I still need to pay the bill?”

I nodded to the lady, then needed to stifle a chuckle as they descended upon me. It was quite comical. The movement of the bright light so that it shined in my eyes, then the synchronized descent of the two workers directly into my field of vision. It was perfect horror. Sterile white environment, masked and hatted doctors, strange and bizarre medical equipment (“Why does this stuff always look like it can hold of a tank?” ), the anticipation of the pain, and then the eye catches ‘Never Wall’. I gotta go there.