Beatbox Hygienist

On Monday, I went to my first appointment with a dentist (the usual U.S. issue of suddenly having different insurance coverage and having to switch all your providers). It was tricky to find the office, which is in an old brick warehouse by a highway and a creek. There isn't a radio or anything so the hygienist sings to himself while he's working. He is an impressive beatboxer. So while my teeth were being cleaned I got to listen to mouth orchestra version of "My Favorite Things." It was the best.