Dentist has tooth wide open when screaming starts. "The building's moving!!!" I look up to see the nurse flying out the door followed by dentist, leaving me alone in dental office. C'mon people. It's a little earthquake. I'm blocked in by a tray of root canal tools, and I have this suction thing in my mouth, but I'm able to get to the hallway after a while and it's utter chaos, people running away like mad. I get outside, which I'm not certain is the best idea, and the streets are jammed with people fleeing their buildings. The dentist finds me and takes off the little blue bib still attached to my chest and this great big woman on the sidewalk just passes out cold: sack of potatoes dropping to he ground. The people all crowd around. I look up to see this blind guy walking toward the mess and stop him. I have him take my arm and walk him around the mess. "Where you from?" he says. "Oregon." "Portland." "Yeah, sure." "Heck of a basketball team you have out there," he says. He gave hints that he had not been blind his whole life, but it seemed impolite to ask what era he last "saw" a game and when he started listening on the radio. It was a nice surprise in a day of less than fun surprises. Oh, and the stupid dentist was too scared to finish my tooth properly. He ran in and jammed some putty in my mouth and rescheduled for Thursday. Fun fun.