So I saw Seinfeld’s coffee with President Obama today and gave him a call…Obama, not Seinfeld.
Me: Yo, Barack, what’s up; you can give 20 minutes to Jerry Seinfield but you can’t answer my letter about the Maintenance of Certification (MOC)?
President Obama: Sorry Jim, didn’t I answer that? I thought I did.
Sorry, Barack; that was no answer. Maybe I could stop by for coffee?
Whoawhoawhoawhoawhoa; I didn’t know you had a ’63 Corvette Stingray.
Well, I sort of have a Lamborghini…
Hmmm…I thought you were giving those away at some sort of meeting. The bag looked a little…you know…little.
Can’t talk more about that now, although you could drop by Monday for our Psychosomatic Medicine Interest Group (PMIG) meeting for a sandwich and a case conference. It’s superior to the MOC and would emphasize the point I tried to make in my letter–which I still don’t think you read.
Wait a minute, I’m looking through some papers on my desk…oh, here it is. Yeh, you know, Jim, I guess I did miss this. I sent you a letter I thought would fit the circumstances, generally, though.
I usually leave matters like this to the medical specialty boards. Have you broached the issue with them?
Great question. As a matter of fact, I have. Didn’t get anywhere.
Did you try hashing it out with them over a beer?
You know, I probably missed an opportunity there. It might take many beers.
Probably ought to stick with coffee.
Right. Hey, duty calls, I gotta run. How’d you like that Decoupage Fruitcake Mahogany File Cabinet I sent you for Christmas?
Interesting. I didn’t know 3D printers could make fruitcake.
It was a real fruitcake, dude. Happy New Year!
Maybe that’s why Michelle threw it out. Later, Jim and Happy New Year!