My late grandmother, Nellie, coined the term “chiseler.”
I thought of her today at the oral surgeon’s office. It turns out, my wife, Staci, and I garnered a 50% discount on the removal of the 5 pesky baby teeth.
How? It was a three pronged attack…
I came from the hospital in between cases dressed in scrubs. The oral surgeon was in his sixties, and we talked about his cardiology issues a bit.
Next, Staci mentions–without any hidden agenda–that our daughter will soon need wisdom teeth removal. This piques his interest.
Finally, there is a bit of hollering on the part of the patient, as he inherited his dental bravery from his father.
Voila, we get an Oprah-like random act of kindness and the 12 minute procedure is reduced by half, down to 400 dollars, or in EP terms, the same as the Medicare allowable for a dual chamber pacemaker.
Yes, we are chiselers.
Non would be grinning.