Today I went to my professional backcracker, which was nice. There is something oddly enticing about getting into strange positions and then having an unfamiliar woman jump up and down on you. They call it ‘getting an adjustment’, which is awesomely euphemistic.
I asked a doctor friend of mine what the AMA thought of chiropractors, which turned out to be what I expected: frauds, quacks, and all around Bad People*. Thing is, my back usually feels a bit better afterwards.
I wanted to briefly mention the experience because there are two really impressive things about this place: they have amazing customer service, and they literally print money**.
I walk in, the receptionist turns around, and without missing a beat greets me by name. There was no pause for recognition, no delay of any type. It’s like she subconsciously knew my name, the way you might greet old friends. I have no clue what her name is.
Then, while I was there, someone called in who wasn’t paying all their bills. Instead of the traditional thumb-breaking threats, she told them it was fine, and as long as they were paying some every month, everyone was happy. No interest.
While that’s really reassuring from a customer service perspective, I doubt they even need the money. My father is a top-rate shrink, and even he doesn’t charge over $2 per minute. On top of that, there must have been at least six different patients to come through during my short visit. Hey, congrats, I wish I was running a company with that business model.
Eh, whatever. I think I'm going to hit them up for a few more 'adjustments'.
* this is, of course, not the official position.
** seriously, there's a printer in the back, it seems a little shady.
