WE HAVE A patient, sort of an ass, who wanted to know where one of our employees had gone. The girl in front told him she’d gotten another job elsewhere. He said, “Oh, thought she was having a fling with the guy (me) that works here and it went wrong.” Now this is wrong for all sorts of reasons. One, I’m 60 and the girl that used to work here is 28. And two, she is my daughter. I would always hug my daughter and tell her I loved her when we left work. I’m sure he witnessed that one day and jumped to conclusions. — Rick R., Girard, PA
