To Crack or To Quack

The burning question in my mind this morning as I dropped 80 dollars on the counter to the overly perky receptionist was, why me??? Why can I never meet a normal person, be it friend wise or service oriented, I have the worst luck with these leaching weirdos. If you read the prior blogs you know my back hurts. So today I go back to the chiropractor and take along reinforcements. My friends all just told me I was nervous the other day until they met these people. First they tried to give me religion with all the god can heal your back. This is fine , I respect others views, and if god wants to fix me, I won't argue with that, but point of the matter is, I'm paying you dude! Now crack my back and let me be! Instead, no, no cracking of the bones for Donna... He popped my neck, (and stamped sucker on my forehead)mind you my lower back hurts. Yes, popped my neck and told me to take the day off tomorrow to come back and he would explain more, for another 80 dollars I suppose. As we left my friend(who wishes to remain nameless since she talked me into going, she didn't know he was a quack though) was the only one cracking up, she apologized and said no wonder I thought the guy was weird. Apparently every other chiropractor on the planet actually adjusts you when you go in and say "hey doc, I need an adjustment." The lesson here was to trust my instinct. I knew he was weird on the first visit when he looked at my tonsils for pete's sake! The only consolation is that I hope I gave him my cold. I already have one of my landscape customers stalking me to get me religion, now my chiropractor is after me too! You religious people, and I love you, I really do, but you are some weird ass people and you need to let the rest of us heathens be and just do your damn jobs. WWJD,what would Jesus do? Well, I bet he would have popped my back if I asked him.