natzi dentist

As I sit in the oversized chair, my (short, bald, but sporting a respectable stache) dentist arrives and begins making small talk. I politely wish him a "Happy Mardi Gras", as he shudders, but begins prodding my mouth and asking questions I cannot answer audibly. He is talking about his trip to New Orleans a few years ago, to watch OU play in the Sugar Bowl. "Those LSU fans were awful, just plain hateful."He says in disgust. He tells me we are almost done- I will finally have my new crown. Then, as he fills my mouth with gauze and asks me to bite down, He says before exiting, "They got what they deserved with that Katrina. If you ask me, that was God's way of riding us of that cesspool of filth. Don't eat on that side today, and have a good day. " I sit for a second, absorbing what he just said, as the Christian radio station plays softly in the background. I guess there are things you value in a dentist and other things that make you wonder how they function as human beings in society...