These Are the Days of the Dentist

Once upon a time there was a happy hubby that was not so happy anymore. He was suffering from horrible tooth pain. The oceangypsymom was at her wits end with the hubby due to his constant complaining. Unfortunately, her hubby suffers from the ridiculous concept that the dentist is not for routine maintenance. He believes that they wait by the phone and for him to have an emergency so that they can be ready, willing and able to assist. Oceangypsymom was feeling put out because she needed to call all over town to find a dentist that would see her hubby STAT.

God was smiling down upon oceangypsymom and her hubby and provided just such an appointment! This office was helpful, cheerful, and in a nutshell, all that the oceangypsy family could ask for in a dentist. Regular appointments were scheduled and kept! Indeed, this particular dentist and his assistants were becoming part of our regular and daily lives.

For those of you that may have forgotten, oceangypsymom hates going to the dentist. However, this office is good with the nitrous so she sucks it up (literally) and gets through. The assistants are always kind and ALWAYS ask about the hubby.

About a month ago the hubby blew off a dentist appointment for which oceangypsymom caught flack (hell) from the assistants about. When asked if she would like to reschedule for him, oceangypsymom replied, "you will have to ask him about rescheduling, here is his cell #". The conversation seemed of little consequence and was soon forgotten, until.... the hubby actually goes to the dentist and is asked by all the caring (nosy) assistants if he and his wife are still together. He answers yes, and laughs it off.

The next appointment was for oceangypsymom who is also asked if her and the hubby are still together. Nosy! Nosy! Nosy! Now I'm a little upset that anyone would even think that we weren't together anymore and make a vow to choose my words more carefully in the future lest anyone get the wrong idea.

Fast forward, hubby goes in for a followup appointment. Now the assistants, each and every one of them, make a point to come by his room and "check" on him to see how he's doing. The hubby, not accustomed to such volumes of unabashed flirting, comes home smiling from ear to ear.

Now, ladies, I ask you... are these women after my man? Because, it seems to me that they are in the business of making our business their business if you know what I mean. I don't think these assistants are the least bit concerned for the health of our marriage. I think they're like vultures circling the area hunting for easy prey. And if so, what should oceangypsymom do about such flirtation? Should she a) kick the office to the curb and take her business elsewhere
b) take it as a compliment and leave it at that or c) cause a scene?