Found in a Pocket

I recently had to get out my down coat as sort-of-winter turned to mostly winter, and that means the last time I wore it was in the Before Times: back before early March. 

As I walked out of the house, I felt this in the pocket:

Without looking at it, I knew after a split second what it was and where I had gotten it: from my last dentist appointment in February. 

So far that's also the last appointment I've had, and definitely the last one I will ever have with that dentist and that hygienist, since they have both decided to retire. I will probably never see either again, unless I happen to run into one of them somewhere in this metropolitan area of 3 million people.

I really liked my hygienist. She was the reason I kept going to that dentist office. 

Feeling that little hunk of wasteful plastic almost brought me to tears.

I hope she is well and I'm glad she retired because that must be one of the most dangerous jobs there is.