"So, how did you break your leg?" the doctor asked the
middle-aged farmhand as he set the man's broken leg.
"Well, doc, 25 years ago ..."
"Never mind the past. Tell me how you broke your leg this
morning."
"Like I was saying...25 years ago, when I first started working on
the farm, for 10 nights, right after I've gone to bed, the farmer's
beautiful daughter would wander into my room and ask me if there
was anything I wanted.
I would say no, everything is fine.
"Are you sure?", she'd ask.
"I'm sure, I'd always say."
"Isn't there anything I can do for you?" she kept wanting to
know.
"I reckon not" I had replied ...
"Excuse me," said the doctor, "What does this story have to do with
your leg?"
"Well, this morning," the farmhand explained, "when it finally
dawned on me what she meant, I fell off the roof!"
