An old man who had been retired for many years decided to open up his own hospital so he didnt get bored.
He erected a sign out the front that read: Get your treatments for $500. $1,000 refund if no cure.
A young doctor decided to visit the hospital, convinced the old man didnt know the first thing about medicine. He thought it would be an easy way to make $1,000.
I appear to have lost all taste in my mouth, the young doctor told the old man. Can you please help me?
The old man told his nurse to bring medicine from the mysterious box 34 and put two drops in the young mans mouth.
The man screamed.
Ouch! Thats gasoline! he hissed.
Thank you. That will be $500, the old man replied. Youve got your taste back.
Cranky, the young doctor returned to the hospital a few days later, this time claiming he lost his memory.
Ive got the cure, the old man said. Let me see whats inside box 34.
No way, the young man cried. Thats gasoline.
Thank you. That will be $500, the old man said with glee. Youve got your memory back.
The man, who lost $1,000, decided to return a third time to try win his money back.
My eyesight is terrible, he told the old man. I cant see a thing.
Stumped, the old man explained he didnt have a medicine to fix the young doctors vision problems.
Heres your $1,000, the old man said, handing the young doctor just $500.
Wait a minute, the young doctor said. This is only $500.
Thank you. That will be $500, the old man said with a laugh. Youve got your sight back.
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Possum; AKA:- Ali El-Aziz Mohamed Gundawiathan
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