the full report

Yesterday morning was my summer dentist appointment, and afterward I had the usual little stories to tell my husband, you know, the random dinner table kind of reports.
My appointment was like a drive-thru, they were so busy! I've never had my teeth flossed so fast...
The receptionist complimented me on my shirt. Last time it was my purse. I wonder if she picks something to compliment everyone on whether she likes it or not.
They gave me a teal toothbrush. I've never actually gotten a pretty color before. And I didn't even pick it out. I told her: surprise me.
On I go. But then I remember that a week or so ago my husband had his regular check-up at the dentist, too. That night the dentist-related conversation had gone like this:
Me: How was your appointment? Did it go well? Anything happen?
Husband: Good. Need a filling next month.
Men just let the words flow.