Thread: Decisions Decisions

A man wakes up in the hospital, bandaged from head to foot. The doctor comes in and says, 'Ah,
I see you've regained consciousness. Now, you probably won't remember,
but you were in a pile-up on the freeway. You're going to be okay, you'll
walk again and everything, but..... Something happened. I'm trying to
break this gently, but the fact is, your willy was chopped off in the
wreck, and we were unable to find it.' The man groans, but the doctor goes on,
'You've got $9000 in insurance compensation coming to you, and we
have the technology now to build you a new willy that will work as well
as your old one did - better in fact! But the thing is, it doesn't come
cheap. It's $1000 an inch.' The man perks up at this. 'So,' the doctor says,
'it's for you to decide how many inches you want. But it's something
you'd better discuss with your wife. I mean, if you had a five inch one
before, and you decide to go for a nine incher, she might be a bit put
out. But if you had a nine inch one before, and you decide only to invest
in a five incher this time, she might be disappointed. So it's important
that she plays a role in helping you make the decision.' The man agrees to talk with his wife.
The doctor comes back the next day. 'So,' says the doctor,
'have you spoken with your wife?' 'I have,' says the man. 'And has she helped you in making
the decision?' 'She has,' says the man.

'And what is it?' asks the
doctor.

'We're getting a new
kitchen.'