Penfold
11-17-2006, 08:43 AM
A woman walks into the vet's surgery with a small box with holes in it. Weeping slightly, she asks to see the vet.
After a long wait, she's finally led into the vet's room, where she opens the box and takes out a rather limp and cold duck.
"Please take a look at my duck, it's very unwell."
The vet takes a quick look, but needs not do much investigation, as the diagnosis is self-evident...
"Sorry, madam, but it would seem your duck is dead, and has been for quite a while. It's cold and lifeless."
Totally shocked, the woman replies:
"It was fine when I arrived, but I've been in your waiting room for 15 minutes, anything could have happened! I demand a second opinion!"
The vet, looking at the dead duck and then back to the woman, presses an intercom button and asks "Please, send in Bruno to my surgery..."
Moments later, a large labrador dog enters the surgery.
"This is Bruno, madam. He's here to give your second opinion."
The vet looks at the labrador and gestures to the duck... with this, the dog stands on it's hind legs and puts it's paws either side of the duck and sniffs at the carcase, then licks, then nudges the duck with it's nose.
Finally, the dog goes back onto all fours, looks at the vet and lets out a small whine, followed by a definite shake of its head, before finally leaving the room.
"Well" says the vet, "It seems that Bruno's quite sure the duck is dead too. Sorry!"
The woman looks puzzled, before exclaiming "How can I trust a dog? I want another opinion!"
The vet once again presses the intercom button, and says "Please, send in Ursula to my surgery..."
Within a minute, an elegant Siamese cat slinks into the surgery. The vet indicates towards the duck, and the cat jumps onto the table and begins sniffing the duck from beak to webbed-toe. Then prodding. Then licking.
Finally, with a shake of the and a definite sorrowful miaow, the cat leaves the room.
"Well, that's as good as it gets, the duck is quite dead madam."
The disgruntled woman gives in, and puts the lifeless duck back into the box and leaves. At the reception, the receptionist hands her an invoice. The woman is shocked...
"£150 to tell me my duck is dead? Is this a joke?" she screams.
"Well madam", the receptionist responds, "If you'd have taken the vets' word for it, you'd have only been charged £15."
The woman, in quite a rage, screams "So where does the other £135 come from???".
Quite calmly, the receptionist replies...
"£80 for the Lab report and £55 for the Cat scan"
:rolleyes:
After a long wait, she's finally led into the vet's room, where she opens the box and takes out a rather limp and cold duck.
"Please take a look at my duck, it's very unwell."
The vet takes a quick look, but needs not do much investigation, as the diagnosis is self-evident...
"Sorry, madam, but it would seem your duck is dead, and has been for quite a while. It's cold and lifeless."
Totally shocked, the woman replies:
"It was fine when I arrived, but I've been in your waiting room for 15 minutes, anything could have happened! I demand a second opinion!"
The vet, looking at the dead duck and then back to the woman, presses an intercom button and asks "Please, send in Bruno to my surgery..."
Moments later, a large labrador dog enters the surgery.
"This is Bruno, madam. He's here to give your second opinion."
The vet looks at the labrador and gestures to the duck... with this, the dog stands on it's hind legs and puts it's paws either side of the duck and sniffs at the carcase, then licks, then nudges the duck with it's nose.
Finally, the dog goes back onto all fours, looks at the vet and lets out a small whine, followed by a definite shake of its head, before finally leaving the room.
"Well" says the vet, "It seems that Bruno's quite sure the duck is dead too. Sorry!"
The woman looks puzzled, before exclaiming "How can I trust a dog? I want another opinion!"
The vet once again presses the intercom button, and says "Please, send in Ursula to my surgery..."
Within a minute, an elegant Siamese cat slinks into the surgery. The vet indicates towards the duck, and the cat jumps onto the table and begins sniffing the duck from beak to webbed-toe. Then prodding. Then licking.
Finally, with a shake of the and a definite sorrowful miaow, the cat leaves the room.
"Well, that's as good as it gets, the duck is quite dead madam."
The disgruntled woman gives in, and puts the lifeless duck back into the box and leaves. At the reception, the receptionist hands her an invoice. The woman is shocked...
"£150 to tell me my duck is dead? Is this a joke?" she screams.
"Well madam", the receptionist responds, "If you'd have taken the vets' word for it, you'd have only been charged £15."
The woman, in quite a rage, screams "So where does the other £135 come from???".
Quite calmly, the receptionist replies...
"£80 for the Lab report and £55 for the Cat scan"
:rolleyes: