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He’s so proud of himself The man who spends an insane a car in the city has driven it one day in the last twoabout it

Bruce pulls in front of the office, puts the car in park, and turns toward er seat to head toward my dismal fate of anesthesia and blood loss

“Break a leg, Maybe!”

I groan “Pretty sure that doesn’t apply in this scenario”

“Knock their socks off!”

“Not that either”

He grins “Good luck, honey I’ll be in the waiting room”

“Thanks,” Iout of the relic that is his 2010 Hyundai Elantra, and head through the sliding glass doors at the entrance

In no tiiving a woman named Harriet my information

She goes through herives me a look that, lack of caffeine or not, demands I dutifully listen to her instructions I blink three ti a clamp-like hand on to the counter

“No cell phones, no headphones, no tablets, no food, no drinks, no loitering, no yelling, no nudity—”

No nudity? During oral surgery? What in the hell happened to make that one end up on the list?

She continues the insane list without even taking a breath Clearly, she’s run through it hundreds of tis, no jewelry, no weapons, and absolutely no gum”

It’s ironic that on a list eapons, nudity, and drugs, chewing guest offender

“The only other thing I need is the na you hoery”

“Bruce Willis,” I answer, and her fingers stop suddenly on the keyboard She looks above her wire-rilasses and her eyes meet mine, and there is some serious annoyance behind them

“And Frank Sinatra is co back from the dead to takeyou up today?”

“I’ a shrug and s the same name as a Hollywood action hero “My dad’s name is Bruce Willis”

She furrows her brow “Your dad’s name is Bruce Willis?”

“It is”

Harriet stares atherelse But, like…it is Bruce Willis What am I supposed to do here?!