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My father was a dentist (worst song beginning ever.) He came out of dental school and entered a busy practice with an established dentist. Within a few months, his partner’s behavior became erratic and his patients complained to my father.My father went in and discovered a large jar of Demerol (a serious narcotic) tablets in the partner’s personal office. The partner was was popping them throughout the day to stay high. Dad confronted him. Partner dentist was very remorseful. He left the practice and went into rehab. He never came back.This left my father with the work of two dentists. Dad worked his butt off trying to keep up with the demand. He worked six days a week 10 hours a day. He took after-hours calls 24/7. I was about 8 and I remember him falling asleep on the couch day after day. He stopped playing Legos with me. He yelled a lot.He had to find a way to decrease his work load. He came up with the great idea of charging more for his services. The logic was simple. If people had to pay a much higher fee for the same work, fewer people would ask for his services. It was excellent strategy considering that he practiced in a town full of German and Scandahoovian farmers who were known to pinch pennies til they squealed.A few months in to his strategy it was obvious that it had completely backfired. He was scheduled out for nearly a year and people from surrounding towns were scheduling appointments and calling after hours. He was making a nice profit but couldn’t schedule a vacation and was miserable. Why?In a consumer economy people associate higher quality with higher cost. Want a better car? Pay more. Then, having paid more, you believe that your car is better. See that car in the picture at the top? Could it really be $950,000 better than your 2004 Toyota Camry? If you spent a million dollars on it you would have to believe it was worth that, or feel bad about yourself for having spent the money (cognitive dissonance.) Strangely, this psychological concept applies to dentists too.Those old farmers and their families assumed that he was getting much better at what he did. They assumed improvement was reflected in his increased prices. They were happier with his work. They told their friends about their great dentist. Dad was swamped.After a couple of years of exhausting practice he went out and found a partner and life improved. We took a vacation. We played chess. Dad continued to practice in that town until just last October. He retired at 83.

My now wife and I were flying back to Boston from a wedding in Miami in 2004. The wedding was typical Miami: all night and lots of booze. I think we saw the sun rise and we stupidly had scheduled a late morning flight back. We were both hungover and probably still a little drunk on our way to airport. By the time we cleared security one of those hangovers set in where you start to consider that death might be a more pleasant state of being than what you’re currently experiencing. The sweats, the feelings of hot and cold flashes, waves of nausea, you get the picture. My plan was to get on board and pass out, hoping to sleep through the flight. We do so and a family sits next to us.As soon as the father sat down he took off his shoes and god knows the last time he showered, how old those shoes were or if he had slaughtered fish on the inside of those shoes and left them out in the Miami sun but his feet smelled god awful. Vomit inducing even without a hangover. People 5 rows in front and back could smell them and everyone was making comments. We asked the flight attendant if he could say something and he said it was against their policy so I asked. The guy told me to fuck off in front of the attendant. Other people, probably about 15 or 20, around him asked him to put his shoes back on and he gave the same response. I was contemplating throwing up on him but figured I could land in some trouble for that and all of the other passengers would then be smelling his feet and my vomit. The flight attendants ended up bringing back bottles of air freshener and stood next to him spraying the area for most of the flight. Just an asshole.

About 0%.The President is incorrect about how we choose Person of the Year. TIME does not comment on our choice until publication, which is December 6.— TIME (@TIME) November 25, 2017Time doesn’t typically name the same person twice in a row (has only happened once in 80+ years), nor would it be good for their brand to choose Trump as their exception to the rule (just imagine the uproar if he was selected over #MeToo).This is presumably Trump pulling an advance Kanye — i.e., “imma let you name your own winner, but I was the greatest winner of all time”.Also: can you imagine any scenario in which Trump would turn down a chance to be interviewed for a prestige publication? This is the same guy who used to call local NYC columnists using a fake name to get press coverage for himself.EDIT: I just happened upon a reference to a Michael Moore story from 2004. The claim (which I couldn’t find any mention of in a major paper) is that Moore and Mel Gibson were offered a split cover that year, which was then retracted when Gibson had a change of heart. So it appears that TIME did formerly inform the winner(s) prior to publication. It’s possible that said incident, if it happened, caused them to reconsider. It’s also worth noting that Trump was photographed by TIME on Nov 28th last year, a little over a week before he won. But the same thing happened in 2015, a year where he just ended up on the shortlist (Angela Merkel won). This makes it likely that they called him to schedule a shoot knowing that he’d be either shortlisted or the winner, and that he refused once they declined to confirm which was the case.