Mundane Fortune Cookies

I am a dental assistant in a Chinese restaurant, and my patients are fortune cookies.

When you order Chinese, you always seem to get the same generic kind of fortune, don't you? It might say, "blah blah good luck if you think good things," "travel is good blah blah," "stick to the good things that are good blah blah."
But my fortune cookie patients tell me the same generic fortunes every single day, every single hour.
"I hate being here."
"I was ok until I came here"
"I'll be better when I leave."
and I give them the same generic fortune cookie responses every time, except mine are personalized to the moment so a patient will thank me when done. Jaded as the dragon statue out front, striving to be compassionate as the Buddha on the menu, gentle as the wind that blows the mountain on that calendar behind the cash register, sweeter than the oolong tea, that's for sure.
(laugh, smile, disarm in anyway possible) "I know, I know...but I promise we'll do the best we can and I promise that I will make you as comfortable as possible. ok? You ok? good."
They are enjoyable as any bland cookie, but I love them, and I know they love me too. Just like most fortune cookies you can tun the over for additional info.
I love hearing that I'm the best, or the greatest or the sweetest, or seeing the appreciation on the faces of those same fortunes moments later. It makes me love my job.

Crazy thing of the day: extracting a double rooted lower lateral and double rooted lower canine. No wonder the multiple apicoectomies done by the endodontist failed! (hahaha) I wonder if he thinks the mental foramen on number 21 is a periapical radiolucency too. (hahahahah)