When Patients Blame You
“So, what do you know for sure,” I asked Gene who had arrived to clean our windows.
“What I know for sure is that I only have nine teeth,” he replied with toothless grin.
“Wow, that’s not very many teeth,” I observed stating the obvious. “What happened?”
“I’ve had two really bad dentists.”
“What a string of bad luck,” I commiserated.
I suppose there is the possibility that this 56-year old had had two “bad” dentists in a row who were inclined to pull his teeth, but the more I thought about it, it occurred to me that his answer was simply a cover up; a rationalization and justification.


After you’ve been in as many hotel rooms as I have, you pretty much know what to expect. Electronic card opens the door. Closet. Bathroom. Bed. Television. Chest of drawers. Worktable. Sitting chair. Lamp. There seems to be about 4-5 floor plan permutations, but that’s pretty much it. And how much you pay for the room in which you spend most of your time with your eyes closed doesn’t seem to change that.



