Big City Worry
A friend and I stayed at a Johannesburg hotel while attending a convention. Since we weren’t used to the big city, we were overly concerned about security.
The first night we placed a chair against the door and stacked our luggage on it. To complete the barricade, we put the trash can on top. If an intruder tried to break in, we’d be sure to hear him.
Around 1 a.m. there was a knock on the door.
“Who is it?” my friend asked nervously.
“Honey,” a woman on the other side yelled, “you left your key in the door.”
Forgetful
Three sisters, ages 92, 94 and 96, live in a house together. One night the 96-year-old went for a bath. She puts her foot in and pauses. She yells to the other sisters, “Was I getting in or out of the bath?”
The 94-year-old yells back, “I don’t know. I’ll come up and see.”
She starts up the stairs and pauses, “Was I going up the stairs or down?”
The 92-year-old was sitting at the kitchen table having tea listening to her sisters. She shakes her head and says, “I’m sure glad I never get that forgetful, knock on wood…”
She then yells, “I’ll come up and help both of you as soon as I see who’s at the door.”
Evaluation
“Doctor, I’d like you to evaluate my 13 year-old son.”
“OK: He’s suffering from a transient psychosis with an intermittent rage disorder, punctuated by episodic radical mood swings, but his prognosis is good for full recovery.”
“How can you say all that without even meeting him?”
“I thought you said he’s 13?”
