Mr. White spend almost forty minutes in the waiting room before the doctor could see him. When shown into the surgery and asked to sit down he first walked over to the doctor and punched him in the stomach.

“What did you do that for?” asked the surprised doctor.

“Do you know who I am? I’m Melvin White? Doesn’t ring a bell? I’m the son of Albert White.”

“Albert White? Albert White? I seem to recall a Mr. White at the home?

“Correct.”

“But what has that got to do with you punching me in the stomach?”

“You told him he should start walking, walking will add minutes to his life.”

“Yes, I’m a big believer in exercise.”

“Doc my Dad is ninety five and I pay $11,000 a month to keep him at the retirement home – what do you want to do, bankrupt me?”

—-

“You look so fit? Do you exercise?”

“Yes I walk, it’s sort of a family thing . Got it from my grandfather.”

“Does he walk too?”

“He started walking when he was seventy. Now he’s ninety-five and we have no idea where the hell he is.”

—-

“I’d like to buy a pair of running shoes please.”

“Are you an experienced runner then, sir?”

“No, I wagered my best friend that I could do the marathon.”

“How about these sir?”

“Yes they look nice, what is the pocket at the side for.”

“Oh!, that’s where you keep your spare change so you can call your wife to pick you up when you fall down flat on your face after the first mile, sir?”


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