At the age of 58 I needed to find an orthodontist to help me realign my teeth following dental surgery. I went to the most well-known orthodontist office in Ann Arbor, to interview them. While reviewing my medical history the woman in charge of new patients asked me why I wrote something I did on their form regarding problems with my teeth. I said a problem I had, as a child, was that the dentist I went to, who was a friend of my father, was an alcoholic and would work on me drunk. The woman burst out laughing and responded with “That’s hilarious!” I responded that it was not hilarious. She then said, again, laughing, “That’s hilarious!” I did not pick that orthodontist.