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Black Friday Shopping

Scene: 9:30 pm.  A Pediatric Dentist and his wife turn in early because they are living the dream.  His cell phone rings.

PD: Hello?

Women with heavy German accent: Dr. Rencher?

PD: Yea?

Woman: I am Olga from the Hutterite colony Summerfest.  (name and colony made up)  Are you going Black Friday shopping?

PD: Uhm, maybe?

Woman: Could you buy me something?

PD: I guess… (said with intense confusion.)

Woman: Could you get me a steam iron at Sears?  It is normally $40 but is on sale for $20.

PD: OK (said with hesitation.)

Woman: I will be bringing my children Monday and I will pay for it then.  I promise to pay for it.

PD: I’m not worried.

Woman:  OK.  Thank you.  Goodbye.

PD turns to wife: I’ve never had that happen before.  Is this normal?

Wife: Yes.  In Germany, in the 1800’s when the Hutterites left, people would often ask their Pediatric Dentist to go Black Friday shopping for them.  And then they brought him a live chicken.

(Or perhaps the better question may be why my husband agreed to buy a steam iron for a random person because he’s their kids’ dentist.  If this gets out, we may be using the extra office space to open a personal shopping business.  We match your fillings with a nice hat and glove set.)

Justifying a New Outlook

I’ve mentioned before, I’m addicted to the show Justified.   It is such a different life than I’m used to; I love to watch it and wonder if people really do live this way.

The show is based on books by Elmore Leonard about a federal marshal in Kentucky.  I can’t decide if I have a crush on Raylan Givens, or Timothy Oliphant who plays Raylan Givens.  (These are the type of deep thoughts that keep me up at night.)

When I discovered the show, I had missed a few episodes and watched them in a marathon.  After a while I started to believe that bribing people is a good way to get people to do what you want.

And if they don’t, you shoot them.

Sometimes I forget this might not apply to me because I’m not the head of an illegal organization and my family does not support itself by growing medicinal plants.

I’m married to a dentist.  I don’t think anyone has ever made a show or written a book featuring dental mafia.  I guess I could threaten root canals but the drills aren’t really portable so I would have to get the people to come to me and sit in a brightly colored chair with stuffed animals on the walls and TV’s playing Rio in the ceiling.  I don’t think it would be the same.

I do look at my friend Sarah, who’s from Kentucky, a little different.  Especially when she makes me brownies.