Today was the last day of really beautiful weather that we're going to have here for a while (mid-90s next week -- YUCK!!) so I decided to take the Boo for an extended run around the cemetery this morning. Technically, no dogs are allowed, but people are almost always in there in violation of that rule, and I always keep the Boo on leash at the perimeter so she doesn't go shitting on someone's great aunt's grave.
Unfortunately, not everyone else does the same. There's something about the outdoor spaces + West Philadelphia mentality that makes people feel like they don't have to keep their dogs on the leash, even though it's the law.
But anyway.
As I was making my way around the perimeter of the cemetery, I saw a thin white man with curly white hair and a disheveled looking woman walking around the perimeter with their three dogs. All off leash. And they were big dogs too. They looked like Rottweiler-Shepard mixes. And of course they swarmed me and the Boo, wagging and sniffing, failing to recall as the owner called them. Fortunately, the Boo isn't one to freak out in situations like these, but many dogs would have.
I said to the guy, "What if my dog weren't friendly? This could have been really dangerous."
And he said, "What if MY dogs weren't friendly."
"Um..... if they had attacked me or my dog, I would have probably sued you, and potentially fought to have them humanely destroyed as dangerous dogs," I said.
"Yeah, YOU WOULD do something like that," he said (bear in mind -- I've never seen this person before in my life).
"Your dogs really need to be on a leash," I said, running away, "What you're doing is unsafe."
"Oh yeah? F*** YOU!!!!" he bellowed after me.
So I get to the dog park later, and I'm talking with one of the members about what happened, and he said, "Hey I know that guy. Was he tall, thin, with white curly hair and a disheveled looking woman following him? That guy is a professor at [your institution]."
"Really?" I said, "I wonder if he's a physician."
So folks, I'm taking guesses. If he were a doctor, what specialty do you think he would be?
21 Pearls of Wisdom:
Neurosurgeon.
Specifically, a neurosurgeon like this guy.
LOL!
Not enough chest hair.
Surgeon. No question. The only thing that would have sealed the deal would have been if he threw something.
PA -- He might have but I didn't see since I was running away.
psychiatrist - such good communication skills hehehe I mean he got his point across hahaha
I'm going to stray from majority opinion here... Methinks pathologist--lives in the hospital basement, leading to a decline in social skills over one's lifetime. Besides, a surgeon would've had a hot trophy wife at his side, not some disheveled woman.
i'd have to go with pathologist.
Proctologist? Because he was definitely an asshole. *rimshot*
I couldn't even guess since I've met assholes in every specialty.
Do you know the answer to this question?
Oh my God, a professor behaving like this??? I hope he is not a physician. It would be a disgrace. I can't think of any doctors behaving like this!
i agree with cat's reasoning. don't really see too many surgeon types w/o 'hot' wives....i might go with philosophy prof.
I think Kayla hit the nail on the head!
Interesting thoughts about the pathologist. I do get the "disheveled" part, but all the pathologists I've met have been nice..... though I suppose there are exceptions everywhere.
Nurse J -- That was what my husband thought too. Actually, he specifically said "humanities professor," but close enough, really. (That's actually where my money is too....)
F -- I don't know what he is, but I am pretty sure I could find out if I wanted to. I just thought this was a fun exercise.
Yeay for you and Boo!!
MOHR Boo stories, please :)
I've filled scripts for three pathologists and they were the nicest guys and their wives were sweet, too. I'd have to say the weirdo was a surgeon, (the frazzled woman may have been his mother or other relative). Those docs that have given grief were specifically 'general surgeons'. One was known by the pharmacy staff as 'Cranky Franky' and that was putting it mildly. I knew another one that went into pain management, and even though our kids had the same violin instructor, I'd have not let that guy get near me with a remote-control scalpel. He had short man complex and was arrogant. And, there was that surgeon whose patient came in the night before as a 'no doc' and he wanted me, the night pharmacist, to assess and prescribe something for the patient's blood pressure over the phone (without coming in to see the patient). No way! I could've offered 'suggestions', but my cardiology diagnostic skills amounted to listening to heart sounds, use of a sphygmomanometer, looking at 1+-4+ 'pitting edema' and taking a pulse. Oh, and taking drugs out of the Crash Cart during a CODE in the proper sequence. What a freakin' lazy bum that was.
During PharmD, I did a rotation with an orthopedic surgeon, and every doc in his practice was nice; he was the greatest, as was his wife (a nurse) and kids, but I've only had problems with other surgeons. (Except a nephrologist early in my career that displayed a bit of temper when I woke him unnecessarily at midnight for a duplicate therapy.)
There was the physician that considered himself a natural medicine guru, but his shelves were full of big 1,000 count bottles of ibuprofen 800 mg. I didn't dislike him, just thought him annoying that he pretended to be something for his patients that he was not.
There's a neurologist (with crazy scraggly white hair) who is constantly telling employees at my hospital to "go fuck yourself," so I'd have to agree with the majority and suggest neurologist or neurosurgeon.
My first experience with him:
E. Greene: [scanning Holter monitors in the cardiac reading room which we have very graciously offered to share with the neurologists so that they have a location to read their EEGs].
Dr. F. Yew: [walks in] "Get out of my fucking chair."
E. Greene: "Oh. You must be Dr. F Yew. I'm E."
Dr. F. Yew: "How did you know?"
We've actually gotten along pretty well since then. He has a really strange sense of humor. Anyway, maybe your doggie "pal" meant it in a friendly way. You never know... :)
EG -- Gasp! There's a world of difference between a neurosurgeon and a neurologist!!!
;-)
Actually, there are unflattering stereotypes for both professions. Neurosurgeons think they are god and have bad tempers, and treat all of those around them like dirt. Neurologists are funny looking, over- intellectualize everything and think they're smarter than everyone else, but can't actually fix anything. Neurologists have an inferiority complex because they "do all the work but get none of the glory" that the neurosurgeons get.
(None of this is actually true except the part about being funny looking.)
EG- not me, I swear!
But I will agree with funny-looking. And so will my staff.
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