I called the family to tell them their puppy’s neuter surgery had gone perfectly.
“He’s waking up, and all went well!” I told Dad.
“So his knee replacement went well?” he asked.
I asked him to hold on. I speed-read through the surgery authorization form. I came back and said, “I...no...he was neutered, oh no! I...” in my typical elegant prose.
He was laughing. He was laughing!
I picked myself up off of the floor. “He has fewer parts, not more!” I said just a titch angrily, relieved as I’ve ever been.
What was I thinking? We don’t do knee replacements! I knew through five different fail safes that this puppy was here for neuter surgery. It was the surprise of the statement. It totally threw me off balance, as he knew it would.
“Be careful what you say to a lawyer!” he said.
“You really got me Sir,” I answered, which made him laugh harder.
I am thankful it was a phone conversation, because when it started dawning on me I’d been had, for a brief second I was in a face punching mood.
I would have hated to have hit my now newest favorite client.
ONE YEAR AGO
TWO YEARS AGO