Dr. Grumpy: "Hi, ma'am, I'm Dr. Grumpy. Have a seat."
Mrs. Evil: "Pleased to meet you."
Dr. Grumpy: "What can I do for you?"
Mrs. Evil: "I used to see Dr. Brain, and I didn't like him. Do you know Dr. Brain?"
Dr. Grumpy: "Yes, I..."
Mrs. Evil: "Then I don't like you, either!"
(Gets up and walks out)
22 comments:
I hope you got her copay up front!
What an idiot.
Guilt by association?
Better she leave your practice as early as possible. Maybe what she really needed was a conical hat made out of 'tin' foil to stop the rays from further harming her brain?
totally reminds me of that client of mine who recently went off on how he didn't like me & how horrible I was, because I tried to take a history on his cat. Some people.
Maybe next time just have a list of known associates ready and printed out. You never know when it could come in handy.
Remember, Dr G -- You Can't Fix STUPID.
Guess you dodged that Crazy Bullet.
LOL, during a geriatrics rotation I had a patient who stopped seeing a doctor because she didn't like the way he said hello.
Sounds like you are well rid of her.
Well gee. She doesn't like you because you know him. But...she knows him as well! So, logic dictates that she should not like herself either.
What an asshat. Good riddance!
d n d o d a - (do not darken our door again)
You sure know how to pick 'em!
Sounds like some space port in star wars...
He doesn't like you....
I don't like you either...
Of course you know Dr. Brain... What she shouldve asked is your opinion of Brain (and any possible associate) before passing judgement!
You're obviously "in on it", whatever "it" is.
Any friend of Brain's is no friend of mine.
Love it. Makes me feel normal to read this blog. As in it is normal to have to deal with people like this. You get a few consecutives and you start to wonder--Is it me ?
I startled my cat by laughing out loud! That was funny. Thanks.
True story: A customer once came in and in the course of converstation told me about some guy at Business Ins Co. she didn't like because he was a little "pipsqueek blonde with glasses". They apparently disagreed with some policy issue.
The pipsqueek happened to be Mr Chick.
Three words: Count.Your.Blessings.
This is no lie: I laughed for at least 30 seconds straight after reading this. In fact I'm still laughing as I type this.
she HAD to leave because whatever she did at Dr. Brain's office was soooo bad, that as soon as you had a chat with him about her, you would never see her again. It is all perfectly logical. Not about you; it's about her.
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