A sixty-five-year-old gentleman walked into a crowded clinic and stepped up to the reception desk. The receptionist, insisting on asking for medical details in front of a full waiting room, asked loudly, “What are you seeing the doctor for today, sir?”
The man replied clear as a bell, “There’s something wrong with my pecker.”
The receptionist gasped, thoroughly embarrassed. She scolded him sharply, “You cannot say things like that in a room full of people! You should have used a euphemism—like saying there is something wrong with your ear—and then discussed the private details with the doctor inside.”
The gentleman nodded, calmly walked out the front door, waited a few minutes, and then walked right back in.
The receptionist smiled smugly. “Yes, sir, how can I help you now?”
“There’s something wrong with my ear,” the man announced.
Nodding approvingly, she asked, “And what exactly seems to be the problem with your ear, sir?”
The man leaned in close and replied,
“I can’t piss out of it.”
