the run-away dental patient

Dear Dental Secretary Caroline,

First, you sent me a postcard. It had some cartoon kids brushing their teeth. At the back was a stamped reminder of my much 'needed' appointment. Then came the phonecalls some of which woke me up while I'm having my really really much needed beauty sleep. That's fine.

Last night, I was on the bus, bobbing my head to "drop it like it's hot" ( yeah I'm into some hiphop now), when you called. One earplug came off yet I still couldn't tear myself away from the beats enough to understand what you were saying. I made out the words "twelve noon", "appointment" and I managed to say "yes" just so you'd shut up and stop convincing me as I was thinking " deep shit".

I came home at about three in the morning, tried to sleep so I could wake up before noon and haul my ass off to your clinic. About three hours passed by, one blog almost remodelled and yet I still couldn't sleep. So I phoned your office to apologize for cancelling our date.

And yes, I do understand your position on the short cancellation notice charge.