Spent too much time in a chair with some mad dentist hovering over me. It’s like fingernails on a chalkboard to me. The shrill sound of one of them dental drills sends me up the wall.

… like the guys in the self-defense classes do. Heck, might I suggest this?

I swear, if I had to be around those slapshots and whatnot, I’d wear a suit like that, in blue, of course.

But if you ask me . . . might be for the better.