David Sedaris goes to the doctor

Via Why Travel To France

A few years ago Mr. Nag developed a toothache on the flight to Paris. He'd had a tooth filled the day before and pressure built up under the filling. He was in agony, so much so that he became an instant convert to the benefits of euthanasia (after a night of his moaning I was also converted). A pharmacist gave him a mittfull of painkillers and referred him to a dentist as we were going to be in Paris for two weeks. The dentist saw him immediately, did a whole lot of work, fixed the problem and refused to accept payment. My faith in human kindness was bolstered by this incident.