Yesterday I had my six month cleaning/check-up with my dentist. Because he used to live down the street from me and still has his practice in Webster Groves, we always find something to chat about once he removes his hands from my mouth. The topic yesterday was my street construction, finally completed eight months late and who knows how much over budget. I was very happy to get a good report from the dentist in light of my friend's recent news of a recession, not with the economy or her husband's hairline, but with her gums.
So yesterday's visit was pretty normal, except for how it began. I was in the waiting room, well....waiting.... for my hygienist to call my name. A nicely dressed older gentleman came from the back, apparently finished with his appointment. After chatting with the gals behind the reception desk, he came into the waiting room and told me to get fully undressed and put on a paper gown, and that he would be right with me. I stared at him a moment, and he said, "I'm Dr. Weisenfels." I replied, "I know you are. You look just like your picture in the ads." (NOT - Dr. Weisenfels is in his 50's with black hair.) He began to laugh and then went out the front door. The one lady behind the desk said she couldn't believe I had gone along with "Don". I explained that I knew he was joking around, but that he is lucky because at his age he can get away with it. A younger man would be in big trouble with those lines. She went on to tell the story about how one day he came into the office and went right up to a patient in the waiting area, introducing himself as Dr. Weisenfels. He also told her to take off her clothes and put on a gown. But this was the patients first time at the office, so she didn't know it really wasn't the dentist. The staff had to do a quick intervention!