Mrs. Hoffman A nurse collected the last patient, this time a young schoolgirl, her mum was told to wait for her and as the nurse led her away, I heard her tell her there was nothing to be scared about, and that they had some special black chewing gum for her that she had to bite not chew. A euphemism for the prop no doubt. I’d be next. I thought back to how I’d got myself into the predicament of being in a waiting room queue for gas extractions. I’d applied for a Dental nurse job at a private multiple practice after I had seen an ad for on an internet site and had got an interview. I’d gone straight into dental nursing after leaving school and had been doing it for 2 years, but this practice was a lot bigger and the pay was so much better than the single practice I was at. I’d been interviewed by the Practice Manager, Mrs. Kirsten Forrester, and Mrs. Monika Hoffman one the dentists in the practice. She was very tall, blonde and typically Germanic. The interview had been very early