My first real experience of culture shock.

[dianec42]

Up until now, I haven't really experienced culture shock. Heck, even when I moved to the UK, very few things were shocking to me. Drive on the other side of the road (and the car)? No problem. They eat what?! Cool! Et cetera.

In SoCal things have generally been quite similar. The traffic's not that much worse than Boston most of the time; I dealt okay when I wandered into the supermercado where the staff spoke some English but the customers certainly didn't; and most of the really annoying celebrities are all over TV and the radio anyway. After all this, what could possibly surprise me?

Well, last Friday I went to the dentist. Everyone there, including the dentist, was REALLY NICE. The dentist even explained to me all the stuff he was looking for, and at the end he even thanked me for getting this looked at because obviously being there was very difficult for me.

What the hell?! Everywhere else I've lived, the dentists have been absolute bastards. These people are freaking me out!

Comments

[gvdub.livejournal.com]

I had a real similar dental experience about a year ago. After years of being dentist-phobic, due to the drug-addicted, chain-smoking, sadistic (really, I mean clinically) bastard my parents made us go to as kids (the only black mark on their years of being great 'rental units), I found a dentist who is calming, informative, sensitive, and painless. I still don't believe it!

[not-the-pope.livejournal.com]

Congrats on the nice dentist. Keep track of him and make sure he doesn't move to NC on you or something!

my dentist is nice

[cthulhia]

then again, I am a dental veteran, so I can manage dentists pretty easily.

[asimovberlioz.livejournal.com]

Your dentist was probably taught by my dad, who is one of the sweetest, most genial people you could ever hope to meet. Or he may have been taught by a student of my dad, or a student of a student of my dad. (Why do you want to be called Loretta, Stan?)