Well, it's been a great weekend. I took off Friday to meet my bud Mike, go to Flanagan's, drink 2 pints of Guinness, and watch the Canes win their first round NCAA game. Mike, a lapsed Catholic, commented that we had a much better Friday than Jesus did on the same date, over 2000 years ago.
Yesterday Wifey and I stayed in bed for hours listening to the rain while D2 was out shopping for a prom dress (more on that later). Afterwards, we went to a lovely neighborhood party, and had some good conversation, in part fueled by a huge tub of delicious mojitos prepared by the hostess, a Venezuelan, and not Cuban, who nonethless made a delicious concoction.
Still, I was to come home to a huge belly laugh, when my dear friend shared an email he got from some other folks we know. Dr. B, as I'll call him, because that's his initial, received a list of 10 or so questions from these wealthy and professional parents about everything from what kind of diaper to use to soy milk vs. regular. What's funny about this is that Dr. B is a huge MACHER at our top medical school, in charge of critically ill children as well as the training of future pediatricians. To put this into perspective, would you ask a Supreme Court Justice how to get out of a traffic ticket?
The answer, of course, is that you would if you were a completely self involved, selfish, and self important person, who somehow felt that you were justified in bothering someone with little free time about stuff you were too lazy to either ask your own doctor about, or spend an hour on the internet learning yourself!
Well, as I couldn't sleep, I graciously answered all of the questions for these folks on behalf of Dr. B, in a sardonic and satiric way. I hope Dr. B enjoys the laugh.
Wifey, on the other hand, reacted almost violently. She shares my view about the saint-like qualities of our friend, and was livid that wealthy people like the questioners would have "that much nerve!" She emailed Dr. B, and demanded that he ignore the requests, and, if called, answer that he was sorry he didn't get around to researching the qualities of different diapers, since he was in the intensive care unit keeping multi organ transplant children alive!
Well, Dr. B and I share a keenly developed sense of the ironic. Wifey's a bit lagging in this department. Dr. B and I WELCOME these absurd trespasses on human dignity, as justification for becoming increasingly crochety as we age, and as fodder for our humor.
So, I thank these spoiled UBER parents for their "Noive." It generated much laughter.
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