A guest at Howard Johnson’s wanted my services at 3 o’clock on a Sunday afternoon. I had no plans till dinner. Freeway traffic would be no problem. It was a perfect time for a housecall. What a great job….
The desk clerk added that the guest was not in the hotel. He would return at midnight. Could I come then? So I set the alarm that evening and dozed until it went off.
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I regularly complain of how far I drive, but sometimes I hit the jackpot. Last week I saw a patient in my own neighborhood, a mile away. He suffered the most common illness I see, a respiratory infection, so I was there and back in half an hour. As I congratulated myself on my good fortune, the phone rang.
“Did the patient pay the deductible?” asked the dispatcher for the insurance service.
“You didn’t mention a deductible.”
“I forgot. There’s a $75 deductible.”