A big smile outside the box Last week I went to the dentist and dental hygienist for the first time in five years. The decision to stop going five years ago was the result of a combination of different events. First of all, I believe my former dental hygienist would have been better suited to work in a slaughterhouse. She managed to be so rough that after a visit with her, I walked around with inflamed gums for three weeks. At one point during a treatment it became so extreme