Grasshopper No.4 calls unexpected expenses as “Cha-Ching”. You know. It is the sound of a cash register as it opens up. So for example, if your car pukes and needs service, “Cha-Ching”. Goodbye cash.
I have been critical of my dentist in the past because my teeth represent an on-going source of cash to allow him long vacations, big homes and new cars. Yesterday I had a 6 month cleaning where they also examine your teeth and always find something. Yep, not only did I get my teeth cleaned but they found two cavities and a chipped crown that needs to be replaced. Cha-Ching.
I have been looking for a sarcastic name to call my dentist. And then it came to me. He presents me with a never ending series of new costs. I am his annuity. I have decided to call him Doctor Cha-Ching. The name is synonymous with unpleasant costs.
The worst part of the whole thing is that I can’t blame Obamacare because dentists are not part of Medicare or Medicade.
I am sure that I am not at fault. The candy I eat, the cough drops I suck, the limited brushing I do or absence of flossing could not possible cause problems. Does crunching down on a hickory nut shell count? How about popcorn kernels?
There goes my HDTV with surround sound.
Stay Warm.
Love,
Dad