Balls and Walnuts
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Perq of the profession
It used to happen all the time up in North Coast Country: I’d be in the gym, in the store, on the beach, you name it, and a patient would recognize me and say hi. The supermarket was particularly rich with my folks. Got so that sometimes, I’d have to steer the shopping cart down alternate aisles to avoid people I didn’t want to greet. (One guy who had once made a death threat cornered me, apologized profusely, then begged me to take him back as a patient. This was in the dairy section.)
I never expected it to happen in Bako, which is a much larger town. But tonight in the locker room of my gym, a man recognized me. He said, all smiles, “I KNOW YOU!” Since I’m not presently posting nude photos in the personals section on Craig’s List, I figured he must be a patient of mine. I said, “Sure, I’m your doctor!” And I was right.
Kind of a good feeling, really.
D.
I was trying to think if there were any percs in my profession, and I must confess that there are none.
A deeper, more intimate understanding of Dilbert, perhaps? (or have I figured your workplace wrong?)