Better Than The Other Choice

An attractive young lady asked me to get naked this morning, so I got down off the cot and disrobed after she left. Then my wife helped me into the hospital gown. It wasn't a perfect fit, and it was a little breezy in the back, but I wasn't there for a fashion show. I thought of the doc. Was he a quack? One minute the anesthesiologist was telling me to breathe deep, and the next minute, or so it seemed, He was waking me from my sleep. Before the surgery, I had asked the doc: "When this is over, will I be able to play the piano? " and he said, "Oh, sure! " "That's wonderful, doctor, " I told him. "I was never able to play it before! " The surgery was successful, so they say. A simple biopsy was all they did. For a few days I may be an invalid, but it's better than an autopsy any day!