Cute joke from a reader
Someone who reads my blog (okay, she’s a member of my family, but I’m sure she doesn’t want me to identify her any further than that!) sent this joke to me the other day, along with an apology in case I found it offensive. But I love jokes that make fun of my profession–it’s such a big, fat target, why not have fun with it?! So here it is, and happy Friday–
“Ever since I was a child, I’ve always had a fear of someone under my bed at night. So I went to a counselor and told him, ‘I’ve got problems. Every time I go to bed I think there’s somebody under it. I’m scared. I think I’m going crazy!’ ‘Just put yourself in my hands for one year,’ said the counselor. ‘Come talk to me three times a week and we should be able to get rid of those fears.’ ‘How much do you charge?’ I asked. ‘$100 per visit,’ the counselor said. ‘I’ll sleep on it,’ I said. Six months later the counselor met me on the street. ‘Why didn’t you ever come to see me about those fears you were having?’ he asked. ‘Well, 100 bucks three times a week for a year is a lot of money,’ I said, ‘and a bartender cured me for $10.’ ‘Is that so?’ the counselor said, with a little attitude. ‘And how may I ask did the bartender cure you?’
‘He told me to cut the legs off the bed.’”
September 21st, 2008 at 1:45 pm
I love this solution. I suspect the bartender was a former engineer – mechanical engineer to be more precise. I used to have a boss who was fond of coming up with these kinds of solutions. He’d say “Feed the tuna fish mayonnaise”. Whenever a simple solution was offered to a complex problem, that’s what I think of now…I can hear him saying it in my head.
For me, I was afraid of my closet. I grew up in Miami, and we had these slatted closet doors. I was sure someone was in my closet, peeping out at me. As an adult, I only have solid doors. No peeping possible