A diamond dealer, violently ill with stomach flu, remained overnight at an emergency room. Returning to L.A. Marriott, he felt better except for some diarrhea. I reassured him and handed over anti-diarrhea pills.

"Are you Jewish," he asked.

"I'm a doctor," I said.

He thought for a while and then asked "Would you give me a discount on the bill?"

I gave him a discount.

After another pause he asked "Would you keep the old fee on the invoice that I give to my insurance?"

I told him I'd already made the change.

"But the insurance charged too much: $200 just for a week in America!" he complained.

"You should kiss the feet of whoever sold you that. Wait till you see the bill from the emergency room. It'll be about $5,000."

He didn't believe me.

Mike Oppenheim