I was a little taken aback, but he quickly added, "I was born with stinky feet and a snotty nose, and I've never been able to get rid of either one. I bet you haven't either."
I knew at that point that this guy was going to add a little character to each appointment.
A few appointments later he reached into his pocket and handed me a nail and a screw, with no explanation for either piece of hardware or why he wanted me to have them. (I might have already blogged about that, but I can't remember, and I'm too lazy to look back and find out. The Alzheimer's is really setting in quickly these days.)
I had my last appointment with him yesterday and apparently he came prepared to shock me once again. I thought we'd made it through the entire appointment unscathed, but as we were walking out, he suddenly turned and said, "Take me back to your cubicle, I have something to show you."
Terrified, I complied.
Back in the cubicle, he dropped one more bombshell, "Did you know I used to be a ballroom dancing instructor?"

Yep, you guessed it, I got a dance lesson in my cubicle at dental school. I learned the ChaCha and the Rumba. The instruction included a critique on the way I shake my hips during the moves. Blushing like a fool, I finally managed to finagle my way out of my dance instructors hand hold and usher him out the door.
Strangest moment in dental school? Check. Dancing the ChaCha with a schmeighty four year old.

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