Is there a single profession left in this country that anyone actually trusts?
Politicians, lawyers, journalists, CEOs, union leaders, lobbyists and builders are despised by just about everybody, according to my own unscientific analysis of some recent polls. The ranks of the reviled also include car salesmen, real-estate agents, telemarketers, plumbers, ad executives and even some members of the clergy. Not to mention such legendarily untrustworthy groups as actors, psychiatrists, weathermen and baristas, who routinely substitute generic 2% milk for the organic Vermont free-range soy skim that you asked for.

Only nurses, teachers, doctors, firefighters and cops seem to escape widespread public opprobrium. And if double-dipping schoolteachers keep taking early retirement and getting themselves hired back as "consultants," even that could change.
I can think of several other "professions" that I not only distrust but despise. I once had a personal trainer who offered to "monitor" my weight-loss program by phone or email; mere words cannot express the contempt I feel for such a conscienceless rogue.
Music teachers lie without compunction about the progress that your kids—pudgy-fingered butchers all—are making on the piano, and high- school football coaches tell you that your kid is the second coming of Ray Lewis rather than the flabby, gutless Easter Island statue you know him to be. Ticket-takers on public transit systems are notoriously surly. Just ask them the departure time for the next train to Clarksville—where your maiden Aunt Edna lies dying of tropical apoplexy.
What other professions fall into this august category? Librarians, for sure. Exterminators, too—salt-of-the-earth chaps who are always committed and professional. Feisty immigrants who hand-roll fragrant cigars, and the young men who gamely restring your vintage Les Paul guitar, asking probing questions about your fingering technique, even though they know you can't play worth spit.
One tiny but unjustifiably overlooked set of professionals is personal shoppers. I bought a blue cashmere Burberry blazer at Saks Fifth Avenue in 1994 at a personal shopper's suggestion, and it looks better now than it did then. I thank him for steering me away from the glitzy Armani, which would now look like something Il Divo would wear to a rodeo.
Of all the professions that do not get their due, cobblers top the list. I recently had two cobbling experiences—one involving a defective pair of Austrian-made shoes, a second involving a vintage pair of loafers—that I will cherish until the day I die. Ethical, considerate and engaged, the shoe repairman I deal with exhibits standards of craft, integrity and professionalism that lawyers, politicians and journalists could only dream of.
If the people who run the government and the economy had the same commitment to excellence that my shoe-repair guy does, we wouldn't be in the mess we are in today. Don't believe me? Stop by the house. I'll show you the shoes.
Cab drivers are inept sociopaths who couldn't locate a tree in a redwood forest, and bus drivers delight in pulling away from the curb just as some blind, 97-year-old woman staggers up with a walker that's missing one leg, in the middle of a hurricane, pursued by pit bulls and a deeply unprincipled motorcycle gang.
To these groups I would add osteopaths (bad, bad neck therapy experiences), pain-management specialists (I still have the pain) and stand-up comics (nasty, sexist, homophobic and just plain dumb).
That said, there are still some below-the-radar professions that I esteem highly. I've never had a bad experience involving a dental technician. Never. Unlike dentists, who will mislead you about the pain you can expect after a root canal or the likelihood of suffering a brutally unpleasant dry socket after having a wisdom tooth extracted, dental technicians are scrupulously honest, exceedingly compassionate, and unflaggingly committed to excellence. If investment bankers had only applied the same standards to their work as the average dental technician, that Facebook IPO wouldn't have been such a disaster.
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