A young woman wasn’t feeling well and asked her friend and colleague to recommend a physician.
“I know a great doctor in the city, but he is very expensive. Five hundred dollars for the first visit, but only one hundred dollars for each visit after that.”
The woman went to the doctor’s office and, trying to save a little money, cheerfully announced, “I’m back!”
Not fooled for a second, the doctor quickly replied, “Very good, just continue the treatment I prescribed on your last visit.”
An older man and his much younger wife went out to a swanky restaurant one night.
The waiter informed them the evening’s specials were the chicken almondine and the fresh salmon.
“The chicken sounds good,” said the woman. “I’ll have that.”
The waiter nodded. “And the vegetable?” he asked.
“Oh, he’ll have the fish,” replied the young wife.
At the airline check in, Caleb had three bags. He put them down and said to the young lady, “I’d like you to send this one to Los Angeles, that one to Hong Kong and the last one to London.”
Confused, the lady at the check in counter said, “I’m afraid we can’t do that, sir.”
“Why not?” said Caleb, “You somehow managed to do it the last time I flew with you.”
Jackie went to the department store to purchase a gift from the bridal registry for her niece’s wedding.
When she returned from the store, Jackie went into the living room where her husband was watching television. She tossed the gift on the coffee table and declared, “I think she’s too young to get married.”
“Why do you say that?” asked the husband.
“Because, they only registered for Nintendo games.”
Tory was sent to inspect a remote communications facility in northern Alaska. The region was covered in snow as they approached the landing strip.
The pilot descended to just a couple hundred feet, then gunned both engines, climbed, and circled back.
Nervous about this evasive maneuver, Tory gripped the armrests as his heart pounded. Meanwhile, the passenger beside him seemed quite calm.
“He didn’t land! Why didn’t he land?” asked Tory nervously.
“He was checking to see if the landing strip was plowed,” said the man beside him.
As they made a second approach, Tory asked the man, “Hasn’t anyone plowed the airstrip?”
“No,” said the seatmate. “It hasn’t been cleared for some time.”
“How can you be so sure?” asked Tory.
Without a hint of concern the man replied, “Because, I’m the guy who drives the plow.”