The Quack Who Cracked
A quack! That’s what he called me. I couldn’t believe it. He said chiropractors were phonies, that what we did was no different from a schoolboy cracking his knuckles. Said we lied and fleeced folks for the money.
Not true, I replied. Chiropractic medicine can alleviate all kinds of aches and pains and my customers never complain again.
Bull, he said, right in my face. So close I could see myself reflected in his eyes.
I’ll prove it, I offered. First visit’s free. He smiled. So did I.
He stretched out and I cracked his neck. I did it hard, as a special favor. He’ll never complain again.
The psychologist the police made me talk to says I suffer from acute social anxiety and that my actions were the result of intermittent explosive disorder. Whatever that is.
Boy, was that guy a quack.
A quack! That’s what he called me. I couldn’t believe it…