Wednesday, 18 May 2016

When Your Advice Can indeed Kill






So, John was again at the doctor's office: Dr., there is an alligator under my bed.



Doctor: Right, John. What size?



John: Size of life!



Doctor: Have you been feeding and sleeping well, John?



John: I little sleep, Doctor. I am always worried about the alligator.



Doctor: Right. Anything that happened lately that made you be upset?



John: My wife had to travel to another state. She left two days ago.



Doctor: When did the alligator appear, John?



John: Two days ago.



Doctor: I am going to prescribe some sleeping tablets and I want you to take them with no miss.



John: What about the alligator, Doctor?



Doctor: I am thinking it will disappear after you take these tablets, John. 



John: It looks pretty real to me.



Doctor: They all look like that. Trust me, John. It will disappear.



(One week passes. Two weeks. Three. Six months)



The Doctor decides to call John. His wife answered.



Doctor: Who is there?



Wife: Pietra.



Doctor: Is John there? Can I speak to him? 



Pietra: He is not here anymore.



Doctor: Why? What happened?



(Long pause)



Pietra: The alligator ate him!






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