Several months ago I wrote a post about a news story involving a man in Poland and his girlfriend.
It seemed that Marek Olszewski broke off his relationship with his girlfriend Anna Mackowiak. A few days later he showed up at the dentist complaining of a toothache. The twist: Ms. Mackowiak was the dentist.
She allegedly gave him a heavy dose of anesthesia and proceeded to pull every one of his teeth.
When he woke up he knew something wasn’t right because he couldn’t feel his teeth and his head was heavily bandaged.
Mackowiak faced an investigation for medical malpractice and three years in prison.
Olszewski’s current girlfriend broke up with him, who wants to date a guy who has no teeth?
There was only one problem with the story: it was a hoax.
I was deeply disappointed. But what was I disappointed about? I wasn’t certain.
Was I disappointed that a man wasn’t the victim of assault?
I don’t think so.
Was I disappointed that an obviously distraught woman, wasn’t facing possible prison time and the ruination of her career?
Am I just a bad person who enjoys the perils of others?
Maybe, but that’s not why I was disappointed.
Was I disappointed that the worst decision that any man has made since John Bobbitt bought his wife Lorena that set of kitchen knives for her birthday, hadn’t really happened?
Was I disappointed that a story, unburdened by the limitations of the truth, wasn’t a little more fantastic?
Think of the possibilities.
The possibilities were limitless.
My Next Post: How the story would have gone if I had written it.