Chutzpah

I couldn’t believe the chutzpah, the nerves, the unmitigated gall when I received a bill from the dental office I recently left in my rear view.

After Dr. C scammed me into $2,974.40 worth of work — which I paid for up front, in yesterday’s mail was a statement detailing all the work performed and a bill for an additional $74.40 for something called "Limited Oral Eval Prob Focused".

I’ve no idea what "limited oral eval prob focused" is but it looks like greed.

Seventy-five dollars is not worth going to war with these people, so I dropped a check off in the mail this morning, along with a note … "Take me off your patient list because, like other long-time patients leaving the practice have commented in Yelp and Google reviews, I realize this is no longer a dental office but a machinery to make money through questionable business practices and misleading us patients".

I seriously doubt this will have an impact on their continuing to scam patients into expensive unnecessarily invasive dental work. They'll keep taking advantage unless and until they run out of suckers. I’ll just have to take pleasure in knowing I'm no longer one of those suckers. Dr. C will not be getting the additional $5,000 he’d expected from the Proposed Treatment Plan he’d tried to ram down my throat.

So, that's that.

I’ll probably get audited by the IRS next year when I submit my taxes because, after years of just a few hundred dollars for x-rays and cleanings, they’ll never believe I’ve paid as much in dental procedures as the 2022 tax return will show.

As I was walking out of this morning’s workout, Beverly Hills was walking in.

If you will recall, she’s a recent transplant to the Rancho Cucamonga area, having relocated from Beverly Hills; and, seeing homeless people for the first time, was worried about her safety at the Pain Cave.

She must have overcome that fear because she's working out regularly; and actually, needn’t have worried about her safety inasmuch as she’s enrolled in the Group Kickboxing Class, with Trainer's badass guys and gals, which makes Miss Beverly Hills a badass. Well-equipped to defend herself.

Besides, watching news of the wave of what’s going on in her old hood — follow home burglaries and daytime robberies along the exclusive Rodeo Drive area, Miss Beverly Hills is probably safer here than there.

Seeing Beverly Hills walk in caused me to realize I’ve not seen any of the homeless people around. Not only have I not seen the regulars who live on the streets, hang around the Pain Cave and the shopping center for some time, I’ve not seen any even walking through the area.

Where did everyone go, thought I.

THEN I remembered something I’d seen on Monday, when I was leaving the Pain Cave and took to be a quasi-medication deal — if you know what I mean.

Checking the Garmin Drive to see what the camera had picked up on Monday, it showed two men standing under the tree where the homeless usually hang out.

A white car pulled up at the curb, a man got out, walked to the two men. There was an exchange of words, THEN the man gave one of the guys at the tree something, that guy in turn reached into his pocket, gave the man something, whereupon the man quickly turned around and walked back to his car.

It looked like a you-know-what buy to me and may explain why the homeless have left the area …. dealers chased them away.

Never a dull moment around here. Always something interesting going on.

I've often thought what I'd do were I fortunate enough to win the Powerball. Would I move? Buy a home or a condo?

Believe it or not, I'd try to remain where I am because I can’t imagine living in some upscale neighborhood where I’m bored to tears because nothing interesting ever happens.