To the teeth...

"The problem is that nothing is under control down there," the warnings fall empty on my ears. I try not to grin or dispute what my dentist is staying. "Now, say aah. And it's just not safe outside of the resort areas." He's just finishing up my routine dental cleaning now, "But you'll be fine. Just be careful and I mean it. If you think that Venezuela is dangerous, now Mexico is really dangerous too. That president they have isn't that great." I think maybe we've found a point of agreement, and I say, "Yeah, not many people like him." The dental assistant is surprised, the dentist sighs, "Not as evil as Hugo Chavez, but he's pretty bad." He sighs again, "But no one could be as evil as Hugo Chavez." New toothbrush in my hand, I step out the door.