The young man had been watching a TV series about a notorious gangster’s life.
He wasn’t impressed with the way they tried to portray the life of Al Capone with such fear and dread; with all these historians coming on saying how wickedly bad he was. Come off it! He thought. He wasn’t that bad, and let’s face it, he’s long gone. Anyway, he would have nothing on Al the dentist. Waited an hour before I went in. Big notice saying mobiles had to be turned off. Nothing but women’s magazines on the table. When I finally got in, I felt the needle go in, it hurt, but I don’t think there was any painkiller in it. The next twenty minutes were painful beyond belief.
Then there’s that nasty traffic warden, his badge said he was an Al. All I did was to pull over for a minute to find a music station on the radio. I might have been on a yellow line, but it was only for a minute. He slapped me with a fine. As for Al down at the pharmacy. He makes me wait one hell of a long time for prescriptions, deliberately. There’s no reason for it that I can see; he’s just mean.
Anyway, none of these come close to my old geography teacher. I’d rather face Al Capone than my old geography teacher… any day!