As a kid, my dentist’s office played music. Elevator music. You know, Old people music. Soft rock. Stuff like the BeeGees, and Journey. “Don’t stop believing” makes me think of fluoride. Why did they play that stuff, and who liked it anyway?

This week while sitting in the chair for the root canal, I was trying to stay calm so I listened to the music.

Chumbawumba, Smashmouth, The Fray, Coldplay.

I liked every song.

Elevator music. In the dentist’s office. And I liked it.
Please excuse me while I go tell the whippersnappers to get off my lawn.