It was golf Wednesday.
Blue sky and a gentle breeze.
As Bill and Monty wheeled their carts towards the start of the back nine, the conversation turned to Monty’s son, Jack.
“Jack’s having mouth troubles,” says Monty.
“What? Talks too much? Just like his Dad,” says Bill with a wide grin.
“You’re a funny guy, you know that? But actually it’s not funny,” said Monty. “It’s his teeth and he’s in real pain. Poor young fella! He’s been popping pain killers for the last 24 hours. I’ve been telling him to go see someone but he says he doesn’t know a good dentist. Bill, do you know anybody you can recommend?”
As it happened, Bill did. He was able to put his buddy onto a dentist. Not because he’d met him yet, but because the dentist sends out a newsletter — and Bill gets it in his email once a month.
“I’ll forward it to you,” said Bill.
Well, before the year was out, young Jack had spent $8,000 with that dentist.
So who’s the dentist’s best friend now? Could it be the guy who writes his newsletters?