Dr. Humour
My 90-year-old dad was giving a talk at a function about his Indo-China war experiences. During the question-and-answer period, he was asked, “How did you know the war was over?” He replied, “When they stopped shooting at me.”
A student seeking a job at the university was handed an application. He dutifully filled out his name and address. When it came to the entry “length of residence,” he wrote: “Approximately 30 feet.”
Mr. Singh sued a hospital, saying that after his wife had surgery there, she had lost all interest in sex. A hospital spokesperson replied, “Mrs Singh was admitted for cataract surgery. All we did was correct her eyesight.”
As I left my office at the National Cancer Institute, I passed one of our researchers by the front door puffing away on a cigarette. “How can you smoke when you, of all people, know the harm caused by cigarettes?” I asked. He took another draw, exhaled, and replied through the smoke, “Because it gives me more motivation to find a cure.”