Me: (sits down in dental chair)
Hygienist: So...what do you do?
Me: I'm completing my pre-requisites to go to graduate school. I want to be a physician's assistant.
Dental Hygienist: Oh that's great! Okay, let's have a look here. (I open my mouth) Looks like you have a scar on your forehead, another scar on your chin, a canker sore on the edge of your lips, and...oh! there's another canker on your gums. Do you get those a lot?
Me: (feeling attractive) Um....yeah....
Dental Hygienist: Soooo...you said you're going to go to graduate school?
DH: Wait, are you going or did you mean your husband?
Me: (confused look)
DH: Oh silly me! You're not married! You're not wearing a ring!
I wanted to sarcastically say "Yeah, the silliest assumption you made today was that I'm married," but I didn't because I didn't want her to angrily poke me in the gums with that metal scraper thingy.