I want to be the Hero!
You can't!
Why not?
You're a dentist!
What?
You're a dentist.
Yeah, I got that but what does that have to do with anything?
What do you mean?
On TV. In the movies. I want to be a hero. I want to save the day. I want to appear out of nowhere with just the right moves, right words, right actions to defeat evil. It's never the dentist. The dentist is always the wacky neighbor. I want to be the hero.
But everyone hates you. You can't be the hero.
Everyone hates lawyers too. And I mean really hates lawyers. For example,
"You're in a room with Osama Bin Laden, Adolf Hitler and a Lawyer. You have a gun with only two bullets. What do you do?
You shoot the lawyer twice."
You don't hear dentist jokes like that! So if lawyers can be heros so can dentists.
But you do painful procedures. You can't be the hero.
Have you ever heard of a Barium-Air Driven Enema? How about a catheter? Physicians can be heros. Why not me?
You're too imposing. People feel pressure when they are around you. They're uncomfortable.
You mean like when a policeman pulls you over on the freeway or when the fireman stops traffic to stick a boot in your face to collect money for their favorite charity? Do you think the police would allow me to drive a great big truck to an intersection, put on the flashers and then walk up and down in traffic begging for money? They get to be heros.
Sorry. No chance. You will have to be there when we need you. Fix our pain. Remind us to do better. Be ignored. Fix our pain. Remind us again. Give us free stuff. Get paid most of the time. Make us feel better. Apologize for not being able to fix the things that we've neglected. Rescue us whenever we call and face our indignation whenever the insurance company decides to not fulfill their implied committments.
You mean I have to be like a dad.
Right. And no whining.
(Ok, you can whine to your wife but never to us)
Do I have to pick up my underwear?
Only on Mother's Day.
OK. I can be a Dad. Dad's are heroes.
At least on Father's Day.