Dentist, trivia, and crappy old men

Ugh, I hate going to the dentist. Why? well because i hate flossing. i despise it. and EVERY time i go to the dentist, the following exchange happens.

DH (dental hygienist): so...someone's not flossing!
Me: haha...yeah...i know
*DH extols the benefits of flossing*
Me: yeah...gotta get on that
*DH scares me with tales of what happens when you DON'T FLOSS (finger wag)*
Me: ...yep.

Then I go home and floss for a couple of days until the intense spite I feel for it rears up again and I stop. Then 6 months later I have the same conversation with the DH. ugh. And I hate flouride treatments. They make me want to gag. and i frequently do. but MOST OF ALL. i hate my jaw. it has a tendency to get stuck. so whenever i have a procedure done they have to wedge my mouth open with a rubber block. sadly, you can't do that with a cleaning so my jaw gets tired and locks and it's super fun. bleh. and now my gums are all angry at me because they're not used to being bothered by floss and i'm falling into my shame spiral where i'll floss for a week. ugh. gross.

anyway. last night at trivia i got there pretty early so i brought my romance novel du jour (dance of seduction) in with me to pass the time until joe and tuyen got there. joe discovered the book on my purse about an hour into it and he and tuyen laaaaaaaaaaaaughed. and then they laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaughed. and they proceeded to do their own personal dance of seduction. they want to rename the team dance of seduction when the tournament ends. weirdos. tuyen goes "did you read those when you were with andy?". i was like yes, it has nothing to do with that, i just like them. so much judgement. everyone has a guilty pleasure!!

now here's my rant on old people:
yesterday i was backing out of a spot and i was going really slowly because i couldn't see oncoming traffic (it was a parking lot mind you, so i wasn't terribly concerned), so i was allowing people to beep or what not if they were passing behind me. i got all the way out and was turning my wheels when this car like slams on its brakes right next to me and honks. like they had to have seen me backing out from hella far away, why would you honk at me? so i kind of let it go and i go to do the third part of my 3 point turn and he tries to go around me and realizes there's a telephone pole so he HONKS AGAIN and throws his hands up like i'm retarded or something. so i flip him off and leave the parking lot. he ends up following me for like 2 or 3 miles on Ventura and pulls up next to me and it's this old decrepit husk of a man giving me this huge stink eye (i'll show you his face next time i see you) and i swear he mouthed the word whore and shook his head at me. so i flipped him off again and smiled. i was so god damn irritated. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU OLD MAN??? he is the reason i sometimes hate old people. the angry ones who are just assholes because they no longer have their youth or looks. ugh. leave me alone, i'm driving fine.

fin.