Black Rock City, 2015. Dr. Dentata, a young woman with pink in her hair, a teal scrubs top with fairy wings sewn on the back & cut open in the front to reveal a sparkle bra, and galaxy print leggings, rides her bicycle. A tent pole arched above her bike reads: “Show me your teeth.”
You there! I bet you have a dirty mouth. Let’s clean your dirty, dirty mouth.
(Dr. retrieves a small white bench from her bike and unfolds it onto the playa.)
Sit down right here and let me see what I can do for you.
(Sits with some trepidation and maybe a little excitement.)
(Dr. unzips a case labelled “REAL OFFICIAL DENTIST STUFF”. Sharp implements and other tools such as a dangerous-looking set of pliers, are visible to Patient. She starts opening a display box filled with adult molar teeth.)
We’ve done a lot of extractions today. These are – Oh whoops…
(She apparently pops one of the teeth into her mouth. Patient does not know it is actually a corn nut.)
Anyway these are the molars I have extracted today. Very successful. Let’s take a look at you. Open your mouth.
(Dentist chews corn nut loudly in Patient’s ear as she leans close to his face to inspect teeth.)
Oh, oh no, you will not need an extraction. Just a cleaning. Your mouth is really filthy, you know. Okay! Can you hold this for me?
(Dr. hands Patient a funnel attached to a tube. The other end of the tube leads to a milk carton labelled “SPIT” which is attached to the bike.)
If you ever need to spit, just spit right in there. You’re a spitter aren’t you? Well I’m a spitter. You just spit out that gross gunk right into the funnel.
I’ve got some protective gear for you. Protect you from your own spit!
(Dr. hangs a blue bib around Patient’s neck, using a small alligator clip jumper – the kind used in testing electronics.)
And these. Protect you from my headlight shining in your face. Watch that hippie mace!
(Dr. puts wrap-around sunglasses on Patient. Next she will remove a toothbrush from its cellophane wrapper. This she will set out on the silver spray-painted tray in front of her kit, as well as a single water balloon.)
What’s the balloon for?
Don’t ask me questions. Just let me do my job honey.
Ok! I have a gross of these toothbrushes. That’s 144 toothbrushes! Alright now; now I need protection for myself! Protect me from your filth.
(Dr. struggles to put on blue nitrile disposable gloves.)
These are powder free. Playa dust is the best powder, anyway.
Now, you have your choice of flavors. I’ve got this blue one.. It tastes like bubblegum. It’s called tootie fruity but it’s really bubblegum. Then there’s pinkie pie. Tastes like a joly rancher. I love that one. Or we have boring adult mint toothpaste. Whad’ya say?
I’ll take the mint.
No, no you’ll use the pink one. Everyone uses the pink one. It’s better. It’s fine. Ok.
(Dr. applies toothpaste and starts brushing teeth.)
This is the part where I talk to you and ask you questions you can’t answer because you’ve got a fucking toothbrush in your mouth! What’s your name?
Hi Gawy! I’m Dr. Dentata. But I bet you saw that already. On my name tag! Oh boy, this would be more fun for you if I had bigger breasts.
(Dr. looks down her own shirt.)
Do you need to spit honey? Here this will help. It’s water.
(She pulls out a spray bottle.)
It’s so hot. I should just spray you all over the face. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Ok spit!
Ok hold this for me. Like this.
(Dr. unspools a generous length of floss. She holds it up, then threads it through the eye at the base of the toothbrush. She ties the ends in a knot, then puts the water balloon over the bristles. She hangs this toothbrush necklace on Gawy’s neck. Then removes and discards her gloves.)
There! All clean now. Let’s get your safety gear.
(Dr. puts away everything, including the bench. So, Gawy is now standing.)
What an ordeal! Do you want a hug? Yeah, a nice hug.
Note, I will not be posting next week as I will still be travelling back from Burning Man!