This is an article I read in the Reader's Digest long time back. And I had saved it.
A classic joke goes
like this:
A nurse rushes into
an exam room and says, "Doctor, doctor, there's an invisible man in the
waiting room."The doctor says, "Tell him I can't see him."
Pretty simple,
right?
Here's how I tell
it: "A nurse--her name is Joyce--feels a presence in the waiting room. She
looks around but sees nothing. She jumps up from her desk, carefully replaces
her chair, and runs down the lavender-hued hallway to the doctor's office. She
knocks on the door. No response. He's not there. Where can he be? She continues
down the hall, admiring a lithograph of an 18th-century Mississippi paddleboat
along the way." By this time, my audience has left, but I soldier
on."She bursts into the exam room and says, 'Doctor, doctor!' The doctor,
I should mention, is a urologist with a degree from Harvard, which is where my
nephew..."
You get the idea. I’m
an embellisher. I can’t leave a simple gag alone.
I'm not the only
joke-challenged member of the family. My sister's worse than I am. Her problem:
She can’t remember them. ‘A nurse rushes into an exam room and says ...' Uh,
let me start over again. 'A nurse rushes into a waiting ...' No, it's not the
waiting room. She came from the waiting room. Let me start over again. 'A
doctor rushes into...' No, wait ..."
My uncle's
different. He's guilty of taking a perfectly fine joke and selling it as second
coming of Oscar Wilde: "Okay, this is a good one. Ready? No, really,
ready? Okay, fasten your seat belts. Ready? 'A nurse...' Got it? A nurse? Okay,
ready? 'A nurse rushes into an exam room and says, "Doctor, doctor,
there's an invisible man in the waiting room."' Now, this is where it gets
funny. Ready?
No one is ever
ready, so they tune out before he gets to the punch line.
My father's in a
financial firm, where he hears all the jokes before they hit the Web. And he
lets you know he knows them all by telling you one of them. He knows that most
people don’t like jokes. So he slips them under the radar: "I was chatting
with Ben Bernanke the other day. You know Ben,, don’t you? The Fed chief?
Anyway, we were reviewing the Fed's policy on long-term interest rates, and he
told me it had evolved into its current iteration only after a nurse rushed
into an exam room and said, 'Doctor, doctor, there's ...' Hey , where are you
going? "
No one in family has
ever finished this joke.
But as bad as it is
not able to tell a joke, there's something worse: not being able to listen to
one. Take my cousin Mitch.
"Why couldn't
the doctor see him?" he said.
"Because he's
invisible," I said.
"Now, I didn’t
get that. I thought the doctor couldn't see him because he was his
patient."
"Well, yeah,
okay, but the fact that the guy is invisible ..."
"Could the
nurse see him?"
"No. She's the
one who said he was invisible ..."
"How'd she know
he was there?"
"Because he
..."
"When you say
he was invisible, does that mean his clothes were invisible too?"
Here's where I tried
to walk away.
"Because if his
clothes weren't invisible," Mitch said, stepping between me and the exit,
"then the doctor could see him, right?"
"Yeah, but
..."
"At least his
clothes."
"I guess
..."
"Unless he was
naked."
"Okay, he was
naked!"
"Why would he
go to his doctor naked?"
Next time you see my
family and someone's telling a joke, do yourself a favour: Make yourself
invisible.