Catalog Day! And more about my teeth than you want to know...
Jer called me at work to say the new catalog proof had arrived and that it looks very good. So we'll be getting a batch of those in and right back out the door again.
I have to also mention that I now have the coolest dentist ever. He's undoing a lot of bad memories of uncomfortable hours in "the chair". Back in Texas, I had the kind of dentist who funny-gassed your ass into the fifth dimension so he wouldn't have to listen to you, or watch you flail. I felt like an U.N.C.L.E. agent with all the gassing. Spent a lot of time outside myself with that guy.
More recently I got going with a new dentist here in Iowa, let's call her the Pirate. Everything went well until (no exaggeration) in the middle of a root canal she tells me she's going to whiten the tooth. She does and suddenly my bill is a hundred or so bucks higher than the detailed estimate I was given before the procedure. After arguing with the receptionist for 10 minutes about it (I'm drooling like a crazy person to boot), she says "just see if insurance will pay it". Head thumping, I go home and sleep it off. First thing when I got up, I called my insurance company and the State Board of Dental Examiners. Couple days later, I get a letter of apology and the charge removed. The Pirate returned to her cove, looking for easier pickings.
Then on Hanna's recommendation I went to her dentist and he's great. Just saw him today for a checkup (this is why he's on my mind here). He reminds me of Robert Ridgely, the late actor--same look, same voice, same easygoing manner. No gas, just careful, competent work. No gas is a good thing, actually--I can just picture sliding off into the fifth dimension and hearing "Jack says you've got a great big c*ck" instead of "open wider, please."
Anyways, big box of catalogs next week. If you're a librarian or retailer and want to see what the deal is with Candle Light Press, pop over to this page to see how you can get one of your very own. Nobody quotes Boogie Nights in it, swear.
I have to also mention that I now have the coolest dentist ever. He's undoing a lot of bad memories of uncomfortable hours in "the chair". Back in Texas, I had the kind of dentist who funny-gassed your ass into the fifth dimension so he wouldn't have to listen to you, or watch you flail. I felt like an U.N.C.L.E. agent with all the gassing. Spent a lot of time outside myself with that guy.
More recently I got going with a new dentist here in Iowa, let's call her the Pirate. Everything went well until (no exaggeration) in the middle of a root canal she tells me she's going to whiten the tooth. She does and suddenly my bill is a hundred or so bucks higher than the detailed estimate I was given before the procedure. After arguing with the receptionist for 10 minutes about it (I'm drooling like a crazy person to boot), she says "just see if insurance will pay it". Head thumping, I go home and sleep it off. First thing when I got up, I called my insurance company and the State Board of Dental Examiners. Couple days later, I get a letter of apology and the charge removed. The Pirate returned to her cove, looking for easier pickings.
Then on Hanna's recommendation I went to her dentist and he's great. Just saw him today for a checkup (this is why he's on my mind here). He reminds me of Robert Ridgely, the late actor--same look, same voice, same easygoing manner. No gas, just careful, competent work. No gas is a good thing, actually--I can just picture sliding off into the fifth dimension and hearing "Jack says you've got a great big c*ck" instead of "open wider, please."
Anyways, big box of catalogs next week. If you're a librarian or retailer and want to see what the deal is with Candle Light Press, pop over to this page to see how you can get one of your very own. Nobody quotes Boogie Nights in it, swear.
posted by John Ira Thomas at 2:10 PM
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