The Houston highways are notorious for organized, lightning fast, chaos — which can often lead to unorganized, tortoise slow … chaos. Thanks to the host of 18-wheelers making their way through the spaghetti junctions that surround the nation’s 4th largest city, accidents happen often. Then there’s the inordinate amount of debris that flies off the backs of some of those vehicles …
So much so that one radio station has an on-air game (of sorts): “Name That Debris.” That is, the announcer will state that there’s some sort of debris on a given highway and invite callers to phone in guessing just what that debris might be and, thereby, winning the right to be right about a big ol’ wrong.
All this mess came to mind – very vividly – when I had the opportunity to stare out at all the traffic from the 6th floor window of the endodontist’s office. Endodontist? you ask.
That’s where one goes to get a root canal.
I’ve never been a big fan of dentists. I mean, who is?
Growing up I had a dentist that, I’m sure of it, must have learned his craft in auto mechanic school and, no doubt, moonlighted as a psychotic killer on the side. There is no way I can do justice to the horror (I get all teary-eyed just thinking about it).
And then, after subjecting my young little self to the jack-hammer, the pick axe, and the chain saw … (seriously, y’all, I’m ‘bout to cry!) … after it was all said and done, I got to choose …
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