MONAHAN'S DENTAL PRACTICE, POPE’S QUAY, CORK CITY, IRELAND

A dentist's nurse who might use her stilettos to knock out your teeth

Mr. Aidan Monahan might have availed
of Oirish grade-inflation, or perhaps he
qualified by cheating?

Here’s a dental practice that will leave you gasping for breath, and that’s before you even let them near your mouth or teeth.

I made an appointment here to have my teeth checked and cleaned, and while doing so noticed that the receptionist/dental nurse seemed unpleasant with a nasty streak.  

Staff who display unpleasantness are run-of-the-mill in south-west Ireland; if they desist from snarling, spitting and screaming you’re having a very good day.

I turned up on the day of appointment and it was then that I witnessed this loony imbecile at her most ferocious.

She first flung a questionnaire (name, address and dental history) at me and then, seemingly, decided that I’d be too slow to fill it in.

She then – I kid you not – grabbed it back, fired questions at me and started to tick what she viewed as the relevant boxes. As you’d expect I was stunned and amazed by this, and in an exasperated tone of voice I asked her who the bloody-hell she thought she was dealing with. Her response was to loudly and aggressively hurl abuse at me and affect that I was responsible for her conduct.

This is the way the inbred
Cork cunt turned her head
to sneak a look at me.

The furore brought forth the owner and dentist Mr. Aidan Monahan. This grade-inflated Oirish moron made – typical of provincial Oireland – no attempt to access the situation or to find out what or who had initiated the aggression.

He seemingly noticed nothing untoward with his wild-eyed and nutty employee; instead he proved that his mentally defective receptionist/dental nurse was in perfect surroundings.

Not being left with any choice I told both of these backward arseholes what I thought and left.

I subsequently made a complaint to the Irish Dental Association about these morons – as has been said before: making a complaint, like this, in Ireland is similar to complaining to a wino about his colleagues pissing on the street.

I did, though, get a giggle out of this experience in the end: Mr. Aidan Monahan replied to my complaint via the Irish Dental Association; what did his reply consist of?

His response was to inform me that he would be writing to the Irish Garda (Garda is Pidgin for Police) about me – he was obviously annoyed that a commoner had not accepted verbal abuse from him and his staff.

What could be said about this arrogant and fatuous response? These backward inbred bastards in Cork actually believe that people who visit Cork or enter one of their premises are obliged to accept abuse. This is a type of attitude and mentality that can only spring from centuries of inbreeding – need I mention Ireland’s and its people’s eternal reputation for stupidity and backwardness?   

I did however reply and point out to him that there was a Garda Station just across the road from his surgery, and that it would be much quicker and cheaper if he just nipped across at lunch time.

His loony nurse spotted me sometime later having a coffee outside a nearby Cafe. She seemingly needed to confirm to herself that it was I, and so proceeded to take sneaky peeps at me from the door of the dental surgery.

This aggressive imbecile didn’t just do what “normal” peepers do, i.e. squint with one eye while keeping hidden as much of their body as possible. Instead she turned her head to a horizontal position so as to use both her eyes to sneak a look at me from behind the door jam. She looked like someone peeping over the top of a wall except turned sideways.

She reminds me of Aisling McCarthy Brady, the Irish woman who killed a 1-year-old child in the US. This Oirish loony is worth mentioning here because she has very close Cork City connections. Ms McCarthy Brady’s father is related to a postal worker who runs a sub-post office in Albert Road, Cork City.

And if this lady’s father is anything like the slack-jawed pederast in this Albert Rd post office it’s no wonder he bred a killer.

What gets me about these types of provincial Oirish loonies is that they look somewhat normal: that is until they open their fatuous mouths or do some outrageous deed.