09 Jun
Direct Mail Delivers
When the Christmas holiday roles around or when my birthday catches me by surprise yet again, I never fail to find a greeting card in my mail box from my dentist. It’s a small, but thoughtful, gesture on his part, but somehow it always makes me forget how much I hate having his little metal pick digging around my gum line. Sure enough, when the six months is up, I’m back in his office to put my tender mouth through its paces.
More: continued here