"Please come in, Signor Cornwell. The dentist will see you now."
David relaxes in the dentist's chair, as one can only do in the chair of a dentist, while the assistant shouts out to the doctor what needs to be done "cavity in 14, 23, 27" (or whatever the numbers are for identifying teeth). After 45 minutes of drilling and topping off cavities David goes to the secretary to settle the bill. He notices that the file sitting on the counter, the file the office had been working from, is mine.
"Ummm, just for the record, that file is my wife's. I'm DAVID Cornwell, not Lynn."
Small, nervous laughter, "good thing you and your wife have cavities in the same teeth."
So it goes.
And just for our record here, the dentist was french, not italian.