Tooth extraction could never be so very pleasant or so very painful.
I was reminded of that in the last two days as I tried to retrieve forgotten passwords for a long-unused Amazon Kindle account.
Reading Marathon Man in my early teens was enough to put me off the dentist for nearly twenty years. The guy on the left there is a Nazi Doctor who had escaped justice by hiding away in South America. Unfortunately, a lack of funds and a rather precarious situation prompts him into attempting to retrieve a stash of diamonds that he had stolen from all his Jewish victims. The guy on the right is Babe, a budding Ivy League historian whose brother is a spy, has become a dead spy, and has unwittingly embroiled his younger brother in his intricate machinations.
The upshot of all this was this scene in which the Nazi doctor interrogates Babe using the age-proven method of dental surgery. He moves between naked drills and oil of cloves as a way of tempting his hapless victim into telling him what he needs to know,
“Is it safe?”
Unfortunately, his victims has not a clue in the world of cloud-cuckoos what the softly spoken teutonic tormentor actually wants. As a result, he reals off lots of answers that just might fit the bill and get the demented dentist off his case.
I had a similar experience whilst contacting Apple and trying to get them to help me retrieve my lost passwords for a whole host of important things. The only difference was that I could not work out who was the Nazi Doctor and who was the occupant to the infamous chair.
In the end, it did not matter as neither of us really understood what they other was talking about.
We called it quits.