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Last night’s meeting with the elite of Doc-wife’s company yielded the expected high-pressure used car salesman’s pitch to get her to stay. It also provided some interesting moments:

*A medical director said “now I don’t want to sound like a car salesman,” immediately after sounding exactly like a car salesman…I laughed. He didn’t get it. He then proceeded to offer carrots to get her to stay. At least he didn’t have to go check with his sales manager to see what kind of deal he could offer Doc-wife.

*Everyone in the company who has met the owner has commented on what a great guy he is…Doc-wife had only seen him in passing once at a corporate education event, and so had no opinion. He was charming and reserved during last night’s dinner meeting, so bland as to defy description.

Doc-wife and I had the same reaction upon leaving the restaurant…intense dislike and distrust. Mine started the moment I saw him…one of those visceral things you can’t explain, and which almost never happens. He was too slick by half while, unsuccessfully, trying to act the common man. It was weird…we walked out the door and said almost the same thing at the same time…what a slimy individual.

*After the president left, the others kept us there in the restaurant for another hour and a half, fishing for an opening to pressure her to stay. It got so bad, the maitre de offered to give us the keys to the restaurant and let us lock up.