GOLF ON SUNDAY
Mar 20th, 2008 by admin
You’re not going to believe this one, Howard. Right. I can’t make it again for golf on Sunday. No, I have to drive into D.C. to take my mother to an eye doctor. I know, I know. That’s three straight weeks in a row. Howie, I’m so sorry. This just came up on Thursday and she’s driving me nuts. Her ophthalmologist wants her to have her left eye operated on. I’m paying for it. Yes, you know my damn father didn’t leave her a thing, he drank away all of it. Where? At one of the hospitals, it’s up near Rock Creek. Right, that one, the one with the pretty fountain in front of it. The newer one. It’s the only hospital where they offer Lasik in Washington. Right, Lasik. Oh, come on, Howie! It’s laser eye treatment, it’s the brand name for that. You’ve never heard of that! You’re a psychotherapist, I guess you don’t read the medical journals. Oh, I see. You don’t even read the therapy journals. What do you read? Newsweek and The Economist, I see. Well, I hope your patients don’t know about this. Do you rely exclusively on the DSM—never mind. Anyway, I’m so sorry about this. Maybe we can meet at Hamburger City on Wednesday. We both have banker’s hours. You want to call me in the morning? Oh, cheer up, Howie. Things can and will get worse.