The Root Of The Problem

Due to repeated issues that are none of their fault, I’ve become well acquainted with the employees at my dentist’s office. I’m back once more for significant pain following a procedure the week before.

I joke with the dental assistant as she sets things up. She then tries to take X-rays of the problematic area, using a machine in the exam room, with the sensor connected via USB to the computer. 

From my point of view, she takes a first image, checks the computer, repositions the sensor in my mouth, then takes a second image. After she takes a third one:

Dental Assistant: “What is wrong with you!?”

Me: “That’s what I came here to find out!”

She laughs, explains she meant the machine, and ends up shuffling me over to the usual X-ray room, where it does end up working.