Tooth-hurty

I just went to tell Andrew that I was calling it a night and going to bed. In return he asked me what time my dentist appointment was at tomorrow.

My teeth are fine. It's just a(nother) Invisalign appointment (I will be in braces forever, I fear). 

"It's at the funniest time!" I said. 

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah—1:00!"

And then we both laughed much harder than perhaps we should have because the punchline here is actually that Rachel legitimately can never remember what the "funny" time is, so she has—on several occasions—claimed to have a dentist appointment at the funniest time, when her appointment has been at, like, noon, or 4:30, or 9:15. 

We all know that the best time to go to the dentist is at 2:30 though, right? Right?