I just got paid for coming up to the office to read a
couple of newsgroups.  I was sitting at my desk sipping
on my morning coffee when the main line at the office rang.

It was only 7:30 am, but I figured my wife had gotten out
of bed and was ready to work the Saturday NY Times crossword.

Instead, after I answer the phone "Dr. Fawks' office", the guy
on the other end asked, "Who is this?"
I answer, "Dr. Fawks".
He continues, "Oh, this is Eugene and my son-in-law has a real
bad toothache.  Are you going to be open today?"
"No"
"Well he hasn't been able to sleep it hurts so bad and he went to
the emergency room last night, but they just gave him a shot and
some pills"
"If he wants it extracted, I guess you could come on up"
"We'll be right there"

They arrive in about 10 minutes, I numb him up and extract a lower
first molar with a huge cavity.  They pay, say thanks, and leave.

The scary thing is that I knew who Eugene was without a last name
or any other clue.  I remember back when I did work an occasional
Saturday (20 years ago) and Eugene called me at 5:30 am at home
to ask what time his appt. was!

If I wouldn't have answed the office phone, the next call would have
been to the house and my wife wouldn't have been overjoyed.

Who would ever want to live in a city?

;-)
Fawks