The Drill of It All

Dr. Niles “Fang” Fangs, a dentist with a penchant for puns and a healthy dose of anxiety, was opening his dream clinic: “Fang’s Fantabulous Flossery.” It was to be a haven of gleaming chrome and the faint aroma of peppermint, a stark contrast to the sterile, beige-walled office he’d inherited from his gruff old mentor, Dr. Drillbit.

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First on his list: the visa consultant.

“So,” the visa consultant began, peering over her spectacles, “you’re bringing in a hygienist from Brazil?”

“Si, señora,” Fang replied, “a wonderful woman named Bianca. Skilled with the scaler, a real tartar-tamer. Imagine, a Brazilian samba rhythm replacing the monotonous whir of the drill!”

The consultant frowned. “But… why Brazil? Why not, say, Bolivia?”

“Bolivia? Their dental hygiene standards are, shall we say, sub-par. Plus, I hear their national instrument is the charango, a tiny ten-stringed lute. Imagine the cacophony in my waiting room! My patients would be more terrified of the music than the needle.”

The consultant, clearly unimpressed, continued with the paperwork. Fang, meanwhile, pondered the potential for a “Samba with a Smile” campaign, complete with complimentary Caipirinhas (non-alcoholic, of course) for anxious patients.

Next, the boiler manufacturer.

“Steam or hot water?” the salesman boomed, gesturing dramatically. “For your sterilization needs, of course.”

Fang, picturing himself in a cloud of scalding steam, panicked. “Neither! I prefer… air conditioning. Cool, crisp air for my patients. And perhaps a gentle breeze emanating from a strategically placed ceiling fan. Imagine, the soothing sound of a gentle breeze while I navigate those tricky molars!”

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The salesman blinked. “But… sterilization?”

“Ah, sterilization,” Fang said, “that’s handled by… vigorous handwashing. And, of course, my trusty autoclave. It’s quite the conversation piece, you know. Imported from Italy. It’s a masterpiece of engineering, a veritable work of art.”

The salesman, clearly bewildered, mumbled something about “industry standards” and “regulations” of boiler manufacturer industry Fang, sensing a lost cause, steered the conversation towards the aesthetics of the autoclave. “It’s a deep crimson, you see,” he explained, “a perfect complement to the emerald green of my accent wall.”

Finally, the plywood manufacturer.

“So,” the salesman chirped, “you’re looking for durability? Moisture resistance? Perhaps some soundproofing for those… delicate procedures?”

“Indeed,” Fang agreed. “But most importantly, I require a certain… aesthetic. I’m thinking of a plywood manufacturer. Very chic, don’t you think? Or perhaps… tiger maple? With subtle black stripes. It would add a touch of the wild to the otherwise sterile environment.”

The salesman stared, speechless.

“And,” Fang added, “it must be resistant to… err… accidental drill bits. You see, my colleagues can be… quite enthusiastic at times.”

The salesman, now pale, mumbled something about “industrial-grade” and “reinforced core” before making a hasty retreat.

Fang sighed, exhausted but exhilarated. Opening a clinic was certainly… eventful. He envisioned a waiting room adorned with abstract dental-themed artwork, perhaps a sculpture of a smiling molar crafted from polished chrome. He even considered replacing the traditional “Open” and “Closed” signs with more whimsical options like “Doors Ajar” and “Taking a Bite Out of Lunch.”

Dental chair and other accesorries used by dentist in empty cabinet. Stomatology cabinet with nobody in it and orange equipment for oral treatment.

As he surveyed the empty shell of his future clinic, Fang couldn’t help but grin. “Fang’s Fantabulous Flossery” was going to be unlike any dental office the world had ever seen. He might not have the most conventional approach, but he knew he would create a space where patients would actually look forward to their appointments, even if it was just to admire the zebrawood veneer.

He just hoped his patients wouldn’t find his methods as unconventional as his decor.

This is a fictional story and does not reflect the actual practices of any dentist near me professional or the typical experiences of individuals involved in setting up a business.

I hope this expanded version captures the spirit of the original story while adding more depth and humor!


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