People you don’t want to piss off

I’m just back from my regular teeth-cleaning visit to my dental hygienist. I made the unwise decision of talking politics with her, specifically today’s London mayoral election. She and I are, it seems, at opposite ends of the decision-making spectrum.

This is a woman who can already tut-tut me into shamefulness. She could also cause me great tooth-scraping, gum-prodding discomfort if she so wished. It was, in hindsight, a discussion I should have steered clear of.

Luckily, the discussion happened after my morning’s visit was over. I only hope that her professionalism and the six months until I see her next are proof against any future retribution.