Very briefly, very, very briefly, when I first left school I worked as a dental nurse. It did not end well.
The dentist and his wife worked in the practice. She was the front receptionist. So, when they went on holidays, I was the only one in the office. I was left tasks such as poking the rubber cement out of wire dental trays, and moving every thing from the left to the right and back again.
One afternoon, I was humming a song to myself, when I started to dance about the dentist’s chair. It had been a long day and I was too young to drink at that stage. I was hoofing it to the right and hoofing it to the left, with the emphasis on the hoofing.
Twirling around, I glimpsed a patient standing in the doorway between reception and treatment room. She wanted to pay her account (yes, it was that long ago, before they hit you will the requirement for full payment before you even start treatment!) We did not discuss the dancing.
The odd thing is, I actually hate to dance!