I went to the dentists this morning, where, as usual the hygienist marveled at how well my teeth were holding up for a poor, hard-done-by British person.
I left with a) a huge bill for (hopefully) my insurance company
and b) a goody bag
Not just a sticker that told me I was brave at the dentist today, but a whole bag full of promotional goodies.
Who doesn’t love free dental floss?
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