Catscan!
A man runs into the vet's
office carrying his dog, screaming for help. The vet rushes him back to
an examination room and has him put his dog down on the examination
table. The vet examines the still, limp body and after a few moments
tells the man that his dog, regrettably, is dead.
The man is clearly
agitated and not willing to accept this, and demands a second opinion.
The vet goes into the back room and comes out with a cat, and puts the
cat down next to the dog's body. The cat sniffs the body, walks from
head to tail poking and sniffing the dog's body and finally looks at the
vet and meows. The vet looks at the man and says, "I'm sorry, but
the cat thinks that your dog is dead, too." The man is still
unwilling to accept that his dog is dead. The vet brings in a black
Labrador.
The Lab sniffs the body,
walks from head to tail, and finally looks at the vet and barks. The vet
looks at the man and says, "I'm sorry, but the lab thinks your dog
is dead, too." The man, finally resigned to the diagnosis, thanks
the vet and asks how much he owes. The vet answers, "$550."
"$550 to tell me my
dog is dead?" exclaimed the man!
"Well," the vet
replies, "I would only have charged you $50 for my initial
diagnosis. The additional $500 was for the cat scan."
Trouble again
A robust-looking gentleman
ate a fine meal at an expensive restaurant and topped it off with some
expensive brandy, then he summoned the headwaiter. "Do you
recall," he asked pleasantly, "how a year ago, I ate just such
a repast here and then, because I couldn't pay for it, you had me thrown
into the alley like a common bum?"
"I'm very sorry
sir..." began the contrite headwaiter.
"Oh, it's quite all
right." said the guest, "but I'm afraid I'll have to trouble
you again..."
New technology
A lady came to the
hospital to visit a friend. She had not been in a hospital for several
years and felt very ignorant about all the new technology. A technician
followed her onto the elevator, wheeling a large, intimidating looking
machine with tubes and wires and dials. "Boy, would I hate to be
hooked up to that thing," she said.
"So would I,"
replied the technician. "It's a floor-cleaning machine."
(Culled from the Net by
Sunil Sharma)
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