My phone rang this morning and on the other end was a voice I had not heard in a long time. It was Frances, Dr. B’s receptionist. Although, calling her a receptionist really doesn’t do justice to all the things she takes care of over there at the office. Nevertheless, I was happy to hear from her if not a bit puzzled.
If you are new here, Dr. B is short for Dr. Theodore H. Bear, PhD. DMV. QVC. XYZ. I asked him once about all the initials at the end of his title. He said all the great thinkers and problem solvers had lots of initials after their names. “Dr. B, but DMV? Department of Motor Vehicles?” He replied, “Of course, how many bears do you know that actually drive?” And that was that. I never bothered to ask him about the QVC or the XYZ.
“How in the world are you, Frances?” I asked.
“Pretty good these days, I have to say,” she replied.
“Is there a reason you are calling me? I mean, I do love hearing from you but I’m the one who usually picks up the phone” I offered.
“Well . . .” she hesitated.
“Out with it, Frances. What’s going on?” I insisted.
“Okay, here goes. Things are a little slow around here and it’s kind of getting Dr. B down a bit.”
“Oh, well I’m sorry to hear that Frances, but why are you calling me? The economy is sort of out of my hands.” I said.
“Of course it is dear, but you know Dr. B just loves you. He takes full credit for your somewhat almost nearly normal existence.”
“Uh . . . okay. So you called to tell me that my semi-saneness is due to Dr. B’s help but I still don’t understand why you called today.”
“You never were very quick were you? Alright, I’ll just spell it out for you.” She sounded a little exasperated.
“Things are slow. Dr. B’s feeling a little low. It would be a big help to him if you could come in for a visit.”
“Um, Frances? Things around here are pretty okay. No crises. No problems. No troubles.”
“Obviously, I know that dear. I’m just asking you out of the goodness of your heart to have a mental breakdown or something – for Dr. B of course. No physical ailments though. He doesn’t do healings you know.”
“Let me get this straight. You want me to come up with a problem for Dr. B to solve to give him a little emotional boost?”
“We have several openings. You can come in anytime. How about Thursday? Just think how happy it will make him.”
“Frances, Frances.” I said shaking my head. “You know I’d love to help but . . .”
“Great! It’s settled. I’ve got you down for an appointment on Thursday. And do bring in some of those blueberry muffins. Warm, if possible. See you then.” Then all I heard was a dial tone.
You know what this means, don’t you? I have to come up with a dilemma by Thursday for Dr. B to solve and bake muffins. I can see that it’s going to be an interesting week already.