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Originally Posted by AKA_Monet
Oh, the stories I can tell you about my dad's Dental office... :)
Homeless dude that never saw day 1 of a shower popped up into the waiting room of the clinic. Guess dude wanted 1 of his 2 teeth cleaned... Anyhow, ran all the normal patients out of the room... So, my dad trying to be civil, called management, and they told him, just offer homeless dude some soap... My dad tried that... Homeless dude exclaimed, "I don't stank!!!"--then my dad had to proceed to curse homeless dude out...
Old woman, don't know what she had in her purse, but the minute she opened it, all the cockroaches ran out into my dad's office...
Crack addict... (need I say more?) :D
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OMG a dental office!!!! I cant imagine the kinds of whiffs your dad has endured!!!
We have a family that comes in. It's the mother, her son who is 30 (who recently tried to get us to write him a script for a Tempur-Pedic mattress he saw on TV so Medicaid would pay for it), his wife, and their kids who all live together. They WREAK of pot and cigarette smoke each time they come in and yet expect us to write them scripts for narcotics. Each time we tell them no yet they still come in trying. I dont feel sad for them, but I do for their small children.