A middle management executive has to take on some sport by his doctor’s orders, so he decides to play tennis.
After a couple of weeks his secretary asks him how he’s doing.
“It’s going fine,” the manager says. “When I’m on the court and I see the ball speeding toward me, my brain immediately says, ‘To the corner! Back hand! To the net! Smash! Go back!’”
“Really? What happens then?” the secretary asks.
“Then my body says, ‘Who? Me? You must be kidding!’”
Re: Doctor’s Orders
After hearing that one of the patients in a mental hospital had saved another from a suicide attempt by pulling him out of a bathtub, the hospital director reviewed the rescuer's file and called him into his office.
"Mr. Haroldson, your records and your heroic behavior indicate that you're ready to go home. I'm only sorry that the man you saved later killed himself with a rope around the neck."
"Oh, he didn't kill himself," Mr. Haroldson replied. "I hung him up to dry."
Re: Doctor’s Orders
The two young boys were discussing their ailments together In the children's ward.
"Are you medical or surgical?" asked the first, who had been In the ward for a week.
"I don't know what you mean," replied the second.
"It's simple," replied the first. "Were you sick when you Came in here? Or did they make you sick when you got here?"***
