mr. burger

i got to go to the dentist today. i've been looking forward to getting my teeth cleaned for MONTHS now. i LOVE getting my teeth cleaned, contrary to popular dental-affections. it's been about 3 years since i've been... it just hasn't been in the budget.

near the end of my cleaning, the VERY nice hygienist began applying fluoride to my teeth. and strangely, on the ride home, i had this intense (okayokay the more intense than USUAL) {need} for french fries. and then i had a flashback. when we were little, at the end of our cleaning after the fluoride treatment, our dentist would give us a sticker, a new toothbrush, and our VERY OWN coupon for a small order of fries from the one and only Mr. Burger. we were instructed to wait 30 minutes (or was it an hour? it sure felt like an hour) before we ate or drank. mom would then drive us to mr. burger and make us wait until the allotted time had passed before she'd let us dig into our fries. those were the best fries in the world. and amazingly, i still have the same taste association with fluoride and french fries. they should do a study on this. maybe it would make all people enjoy their dental cleanings more. i sadly did not give into my craving, but i could still taste those french fries. yummmmmm.