Today’s Daily Mew comes from the Bizarro World files.
You remember that dentist appointment that didn’t go so well? I do. I remember it all the time because that shit fucking haunts me. However, the dentist did call the next day to apologize (but I was too distraught to talk to her so Master talked to her). I figured we buried the hatchet and were moving on.
We found a new dentist, and while he has not had to do any actual dental surgery on me yet, he filed down a couple filings and fixed the minor problems the other dentist left behind at the end of her visit. I about jumped out of my skin when I heard her on the phone talking to Master. I did not wish to speak with her. That appointment was traumatic.
So, today I had another mini heart attack when I got the mail and there was a card from said dental establishment. It’s an apology card, and they included a $25 gift card to Target. Um. Thanks. I get that you feel bad, but no. I’m not coming back, and I’d like you to leave me alone so that I don’t have a freak out attack every time I see your name or hear your voice. I get that you didn’t wish me any actual harm, but you know what? I still do not want to go back. >.<
I understand the gesture. Thank you for trying. I get it. I get it IgetitIgetitgoodbye.
Please go away now.
(I’m a grumpy beaver, apparently.)