The Oral Surgeon told me that I’d be out like a light for my five tooth extraction (apparently I have a long lost baby tooth that’s been smothered for like 15 years that no one wanted to tell me about).  When I asked if there was a separate anesthesiologist and he said “No, don’t worry you’ll be out good but you’ll still be able to breath.  I’m a great bartender.”  Then he winked at me.  Good that I’ll still be able to breath.  What the fuck does bartending have to do about it?  Was the wink supposed to calm me?