Syndee did a good job with the kids, so I turned a blind eye to her many shortcomings (which could be several posts alone). Her main issue was a remarkable lack of IQ and common sense. It was not uncommon to realize she'd been outsmarted by Snowball (and he's slow). She occasionally still calls to see if we need a babysitter. Rarely she'll call me for medical questions, as she does not grasp the concept of what being a specialist means. She's also learned (since she knows our home number) that it's easier to reach me than her own doctor.
Last week Syndee got married, and went off to Hawaii for her honeymoon.
This morning, at 12:05 a.m., I was woken by our home phone ringing.
Dr. Grumpy: "Mmmph, hello?"
Syndee: "Hi! Dr. Grumpy! It's me, Syndee!"
Dr. Grumpy: "What the hell?... Syndee do you know what time it is?"
Syndee: "Sure! It's just after dinner! Why, is your clock broken?"
Dr. Grumpy: "No, it's after midnight here."
Syndee: "It is not! I wouldn't call that late!"
Dr. Grumpy: "Syndee, you're in another time zone."
Syndee: "What's a time zone?"
Dr. Grumpy (sigh): "Why did you call Syndee?"
Syndee: "Well, um, In the last few days I've developed a bladder infection and..."
Dr. Grumpy (seeing an opportunity to get even): "What the HELL have you been doing on your honeymoon to get a bladder infection?"
Syndee: "Well, um, my husband and me, um we, um... Can you just call in some antibiotics for me?"
Dr. Grumpy: "Why don't you call your regular doctor for this?"
Syndee: "Her office is closed, and I don't want to bother her."
Dr. Grumpy: "Good night, Syndee." (hangs up)