I entered the office and was greeted by a woman in line, who turned and said, "I love you."
I knew no one was behind me, so I smiled and hoped she would realize we had never met.
"It's your insides," she said. "They're beautiful - I can tell - and I love you."
I had always wondered if my spleen was ravishing. Fortunately, there were only a few minutes of awkward small talk before they called me back for teeth-cleaning fun. It turns out my insurance company approved a crown for a cracked molar, but the deadline is tomorrow, so the receptionist managed to squeeze me in. Let's hope I'm ushered into the back before enduring more declarations of love or group hugs.