I recently polled ten pharmaceutical reps at a local medical expo, and nine of them emphatically stated that laughter is not the best medicine.
I could have just left it at that, but they invited me out with them for drinks and they were buying.
Plus, they kept giving me free stuff life pens, notepads, and baseball caps, so I decided to stick around and mess with them a little.
After they had a few drinks in them, I pressed them on the topic and tried to get them to admit that laughter really was the best medicine. They doggedly continued to toe the company line, however.
“It’s not like laughter can cure cancer,” one of them stated boldly.
“Neither can your drugs,” I pointed out.
That led to some silence, the ordering of another round, and my being presented with a very cool mouse pad that advertised a new cholesterol medication.
“Haven’t you ever heard the term ‘He laughed so hard’?” I shot back in return.
We went back and forth like this for a good hour, and while no medications were taken at all during this meeting of the minds, a lot of laughter was dispensed.
I felt that this really drove home my point, but the pharmaceutical reps were not convinced. They swore they would come up with an argument that trumped my Deep Thoughts on the topic and get back to me.
That left me alone with Holly, the one hold out of the group who had cast the lone dissenting vote. She had been silent most of the night, so I was eager for the opportunity to finally chat with her and see why she was willing to go against the tide on this Philosophical debate.
“I totally agree with you,” she said as she raised her glass in a toast.
We tapped glasses, and I asked her what drug she was pushing on the masses.
Well played, Big Pharma. Well played.
I bought Holly a drink and we turned the conversation to something less boring…