Last week
I discovered my last periodical check was from eight months ago. Two months
later than normal. I just forgot to make an appointment.
Sundaymorning,
November 3, on my way to church I passed the clinic. They were open as usual on
Sundays and I walked in to make an appointment. Great, they just got free space
the next day at 7 pm. Very quick.
It is a
modern and busy clinic where six dentists practice and orthodontics is also
done.
I was
early last Monday evening. Measure blood pressure and wait in the filled
waiting room.
Just
after seven, "Khun Frans" was picked up. Entry of the treatment room
always is a bit of a party because the entire chair has to be (automatically)
rebuilt. 1.91 Meters high, most Thai don't reach. Two assistants and when
everything was ready I got a green surgical cloth, with a hole in it for my
mouth, over my head. Spotlight switched on and… checking. Feeling, pricking,
fiddling, spraying with air and water (at least that is how it feels) and after
a thorough inspection the rag went off again.
I
received a compliment. Everything looked perfect and even cleaning would be
nonsense. “My compliments. Your teeth are in excellent condition and you take
great care of them. For me you can go home again. I don't have to do anything
about this. If you get complaints then you know where to find us and otherwise,
I would like to see you again in six months."
Really?
Can I go home again? Nothing to do? Yep!
And at a
quarter past seven I got on my scooter again on my way home.
Slightly
surprised, I left the clinic again and greeted the friendly receptionist in her
surgical cloths.
When I
got home, I thought about whether I had understood everything correctly. I did
not need any dental cleaning (who knows because I have been taking almost no sugar
anymore for months), but work was done on me and didn’t I see things were
immediately cleaned when I left?
It
actually felt nice but not quite right.
And so, I
decided to go back on Tuesday afternoon at five o'clock. The same receptionist
in new operating clothes. I asked my question. She laughed kindly and said:
“No, you don't have to pay anything. It's fine this way. See you in half a
year. "
So in fact I only had to pay my own 'call-out costs' ;).
So in fact I only had to pay my own 'call-out costs' ;).
Look,
that's what I call great service. That's another way to do it…
Gangey Gruma (Frans Captijn)
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