Matt looked about the dentist's waiting room, only to find he shared his plight with an elderly gentleman and a young mother with her eight-year old, hysterical girl.
“Mommy, mommy, will it hurt?”
“No, sweetie, the doctor will give you an anesthetic.”
It was five pm., a cold evening of October. Matt was desperate to take his mind off his present ordeal, and in his desperation he grabbed the nearest magazine from the rack. It was a movie magazine, and a face of a smiling young woman, perhaps an actress that he didn't recognize, adorned the cover.
A yell came from inside of the office.
“Mommy!”, the little girl curled on her seat.
“Hush, hush”, her mother said, obviously not believing in her own consolation, “It will be all right.”
“I've heard some bad things about her”, the old man leaned towards Matt, “Like that her credentials are actually fake.”
“Then why are you here?