So I had a dental cleaning today. It was in a new office this time, and my hygienist was very good. She was gentle (seriously I had one hygienist jab that hook into my gums, then tell ME I had to be flossing more…doesn’t matter how much I floss, hon, you stick a hook into me blood WILL come out!) and she was chatty enough that I didn’t die of boredom, but no so much that I was frustrated by all the hardware in my squawk-box.
Still I was most impressed that at one point she was buffing my teeth and she just out-of-the-blue said: “You know if you really like tea there’s this great shop at the mall!”
Now she was buffing out my tea stains and really putting some elbow grease into it, but I asked her how she knew it was tea, and not coffee.
She said she couldn’t explain it, but she’d just done so many teeth she knows how tea looks vs. Coffee.