"Open wide. A little wider."

Here is why I don't like going to the dentist: I have a small mouth. Contrary to what my father might say at this point, it really is a small mouth. And small mouths don't like to open uncomfortably wide, and they especially don't like to stay in that position for long periods of time. They especially especially don't like when you prop them open wide and fill them with lots of goo and then have a stranger's finger in there putting pressure on a tray for EIGHT WHOLE MINUTES, eight minutes that begin okay because you're grooving to the tune on the radio but then the song ends and you're left with nothing but quiet and boring commercials that leave you no other choice except to concentrate on the fact that your mouth is open very wide and you're about to drool on yourself.