Over this weekend the local veterans group called my folks. It seems someone was looking through the records and discovered Dad's been a member of the local post for 50 years, and they want to give him a service award for it. As Mom and I joked he may have been a member that long, but unless they count watching TV at home, he hasn't done any service for them in decades. They wanted him to go to a dinner this Saturday to get the award, but dad and crowds don't mix. So instead they are bringing him the award after the dinner. I already had other plans for this Saturday that I can't get out of.
That brings us to today's entertainments. I had to drive Mom to the oral surgeon who gave her a root canal a month or so ago to check how it's doing. Well, we got to the place. A fire engine, ambulance, regular squad car, and a flashing unmarked police car were all double parked in front of the medical building we were going to.
Nothing was roped off and other than all the flashing motor vehicles there was no sign of police or fire people. So Mom and I went in, I joked that the building's elevators must have broken. Inside it seemed normal. We got in the elevator and up to where we were going. The office staff of the office we were going to was all upset. After a few minutes, the fire, police, building maintenance, and I wouldn't have been surprised to see a marching band come out of the back of the office, with a young girl on a stretcher.
It seems a dentist (not the one mom was going to see) had a patient who got her arm somehow pinned into his dentist chair, and the staff called *everyone*. I guess they ripped that guy's chair apart to get the kid out, and he had the staff calling to cancel his next several days worth of appointments until he could replace/fix the chair.