[originally published in KCN, June 2010]
There I sat in the dental waiting room, flipping through a magazine as my toe kept time to the Muzak. Suddenly, the young dentist poked his head out from behind the door and called my name. He looked worried. And to tell you the truth, I began to feel the same way — because I wasn’t there to be seen. It was my wife’s turn in the chair, and I was only waiting.