Bill Cosby tells the story of going to the dentist office and having the following conversation (badly paraphased) while the dentist is working in his mouth:
Cosby – Fire!! My mouth is on fire!!
Dentist (stops drilling) – No. Your mouth is not on fire. Your mouth is fine, it’s your teeth that are the problem.
Cosby – But I see and smell smoke.
Today, I went to the dentist, smelled the smoke and paid her enough money for a nice one week vacation in Vegas. And she wonders why I don’t visit more often. 🙂