HUMOR Digest - 18 Jan 1998 to 19 Jan 1998
Date: Sun, 18 Jan 1998 04:06:00 -0500
From: Jim Moore Jr
Subject: Rural Living
A friend of mine, who stuttered rather badly, went to a specialist and after ten difficult weeks was able to say quite distinctly: "Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers." I congratulated him on his achievement.
Frowning, he replied doubtfully, "B-b-but it's s-s-such a d-difficult remark to w-w-w-work into a c-c-conversation."
About a year or so ago, I was bothered by a pain in my ankle. I had injured it doing yardwork somehow. I finally ended up going to the doctor.
He examined me, and w/o even taking any x-rays said, "Mr. Moore, how long have you been walking around like this ?"
"About two weeks or so Doctor, why ?" I responded.
"Well... your ankle is broken ! Why in the world didn't you come in to see me sooner ?"
"Well Doctor, every time I say something is wrong with me, my wife declares, 'Now you'll HAVE to stop smoking'."
Believe it or not, there really are strong silent types left in the US. Some of the older farmers in Howard County fit that category.
The story around here is that one time an older farmer went in for a physical, and his wife would answer every question the doctor had. Finally, the doctor asked her to leave the room.
Shortly later, he called her back in and said, "I'm sorry Mrs. Musgrove for not realizing your husband has aphasia (loss of speech) and can't speak a word."
Oddly enuff, neither did she.
We finally got a local doctor who set-up his practice right in his home. He was awakened one morning about 4:00 A.M. by a man who said he brought his wife in.
Thinking it to be an emergency, the doctor hurried out to the truck with the man. There sat a healthy looking young woman whom the doctor had just seen the day before.
"Good morning Doctor." she smiled. "You told me to come in for a blood test this morning before breakfast."
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