My wife runs a dental office. Same one for about 20 years.Same dentist for that time too.Alot of patients have been around for a long time aswell.
A while back the original dentist decides to retire and sell the practice. A new guy takes over.
So this lady,a long time patient is in one day seeing the original dentist for the last time. As it turns out Ol' Rubb has an' appointment that same day/time with a hygenist for a cleaning. The lady is sitting in the waiting area opposite my wifes desk/front counter area,when I walk in. I come in,walk past the waiting area around the counter and peel off me lid,throw it on the spare desk,hang my leather on the back of her chair(exposing the shaved head and jail-house tattoo's) and head for Lisa the hygenist's room. House Mouse and I didn't say a word to each other.
Well apparantly this lady's eye's got as big as saucers.
So then some weeks go by. This same lady is now apparantly in absolute agony with a busted tooth. She tries for days and days to deal with the pain but can no longer stand it.She tells my wife on the phone that she is not thrilled to see the new guy,but the pain is so great she feels she has little choice. So she makes an' appointment to see..."The new dentist."
So she comes in,meets the new dentist and is a bit confused. She is pleasantly surprised. This guy looks,acts,and talks like a real dentist.
This poor lady was under the assumption for months that apparantly "yours truely,Da Rubb" was in fact "The New Dentist."
She put herself through hell for days in absolute agony and fear and terror of sitting in the chair at the hands of "The New Guy."
..... poor lady.
Rubb the dentist. Can you picture it. Rusty Dremal tool in hand.
RSD.
A while back the original dentist decides to retire and sell the practice. A new guy takes over.
So this lady,a long time patient is in one day seeing the original dentist for the last time. As it turns out Ol' Rubb has an' appointment that same day/time with a hygenist for a cleaning. The lady is sitting in the waiting area opposite my wifes desk/front counter area,when I walk in. I come in,walk past the waiting area around the counter and peel off me lid,throw it on the spare desk,hang my leather on the back of her chair(exposing the shaved head and jail-house tattoo's) and head for Lisa the hygenist's room. House Mouse and I didn't say a word to each other.
Well apparantly this lady's eye's got as big as saucers.
So then some weeks go by. This same lady is now apparantly in absolute agony with a busted tooth. She tries for days and days to deal with the pain but can no longer stand it.She tells my wife on the phone that she is not thrilled to see the new guy,but the pain is so great she feels she has little choice. So she makes an' appointment to see..."The new dentist."
So she comes in,meets the new dentist and is a bit confused. She is pleasantly surprised. This guy looks,acts,and talks like a real dentist.
This poor lady was under the assumption for months that apparantly "yours truely,Da Rubb" was in fact "The New Dentist."
She put herself through hell for days in absolute agony and fear and terror of sitting in the chair at the hands of "The New Guy."
..... poor lady. Rubb the dentist. Can you picture it. Rusty Dremal tool in hand.
RSD.
