I am at an age when people in positions of…well, not necessarily authority, but expertise (?) seem awfully young. Baby-faced police officers, MPs who I could have babysat, doctors who started university after I was done with it, etc.
I went to the dentist his morning (and am typing this whilst sitting on a plant stand (the nearby bench is too sunny) outside in the Glebe before going to my chiropractor) and I was surprised to have a hygienist that I didn’t recognise; almost everyone in the office has been on staff for many years. This one, who admitted it was her first day at the practice, was so young that, in a strictly biological, but icky, sense, could have been my daughter.*
You’d think I might have (slightly).panicked, but I didn’t at all. Young people are definitely given an unfair bad rap sometimes (including by me), bit my dentist wouldn’t have hired a fool. She had to ask another staffer where a couple of things were, but no biggie, right?
If you’re expecting a big WRONG here, then you’re WRONG. Except you just got two.
She was polite, thorough, and, blissfully, very gentle. Experience may be very important sometimes, but giving a scrapy, stabby implement to someone who has been dealing with abscesses and lies about flossing frequency for twenty years may not always be the best idea either.
*My grandmother, who pretended she was thrilled about my graduate studies, thought I should have been a dental hygienist. She only mentioned this to me a couple of times, but told everyone else this ad infinitum. She would have been so pleased with her theoretical great-granddaughter, even if her mother got knocked up at 14.