Best Laid Plans

It turns out that Dr. L.R., PhD, does not have two first names. While her last name is spelled just like a very ordinary first name, it is pronounced in a way that makes it something entirely different.

Furthermore, her office is not just a couple blocks away from Stereophile: "I don't know how you got my name," she said, "but if you found it on the insurance website, you should know that I've relocated to a different office..."

It is also very likely, then, that her current suite number — if she even has a suite number — doesn't match with my old apartment number.

She may have still graduated from the same university as my sister, but who cares? Do I even have a sister?

All I know for certain is that she is a woman. At least, I have no reason to believe otherwise. But, really: Who knows?

That's it. That's why logical reasoning makes very little sense to me.

Buddha's picture

It must be the three or more syllable thing, the sheep entrails never lie.

Clay White's picture

Really useful, those insurance company directories.