Originally Posted by
fly-by-wife
It should be called The Crick-maker, neck.
I am reminded of this tale by your post,
fly-by-wife:
A man visits his physician's office with a "crick" in his elbow. The receptionist asks him to have a seat and fill out voluminous forms and to give a urine specimen. He says: "Why do you need all of this information and a urine specimen. All I have is a crick in my elbow!" She tells him it's standard office policy and hands him a cup. The man waits and waits. After forty-five minutes, he says aloud:"To Hell with this!", as he storms out of the office, empty cup in hand.
On the drive home, he has an idea. When he arrives, he gives a specimen and gets his wife to do the same. Later that evening, he convinces his teenage daughter to contribute. The next morning, he collects urine from his dog!
He drives back to the doctor's office, enters the anteroom, and apologizes to the receptionist for his angry behaviour the previous day. He hands her the specimen cup which is full to the brim with yellow liquid. She asks him to have a seat and tells him that the doctor will see him in a few minutes. The man sits down and starts thumbing through an outdated
Field and Stream magazine. Moments later, breathing hard, the doctor bursts into the waiting room! He says in a loud voice: "Your wife is in menopause, your daughter is pregnant, your dog's going to have nine puppies, and if you don't stop wanking off, you're going to get a crick in your elbow!"
- Ed Dangerfield