Drool before beauty

I've got a love-hate relationship going on with my dentist. I love that the guy knows how to get my teeth squeaky clean and I love him when he tells me I've got no cavities, but why does he have to make me drool all over the place? I felt so helpless and retarded while he was doing his thing as slobber dribbled out of my mouth. And the guy's blind to it, he doesn't seem to notice that there's a pool forming on the floor by his feet. Goodness gracious.