I bump into my dentist in the street. We smile at each other and shake hands with feeling. “I’ll be with you for a regular checkup in about a week,” I say earnestly. “Everything alright?” he nods seriously. “It is,” I grin happily, “unfortunately!” He seems to be a bit puzzled by the last word. “As you know,” I chuckle, “I am doing everything I can possibly do for you!” We wave each other goodbye with smiles on our faces: “Next week!” As far as dentists go, ours is surely an ideal relationship.