Subject: At The Vet's
From: Unicorn (unicorn@indenial.com)
Date: Wed Jun 28 2000 - 06:50:26 EDT
"At The Vet's"
One day at the veterinarian's office where I take
my cat, a man and the receptionist were verbally
sparring. After a few moments, a technician came
to her co-worker's defense.
"Sir," she interjected, "Do you know what happens
to aggressive males in this office?"
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"The Veterinarian"
Dr. Cutter is the local Veterinarian, known for
his wry humor. He surpassed himself one
summer day when a city dog was brought to
him after an encounter with a porcupine.
After almost an hour of prying, pulling, cutting
and stitching, he returned the dog to its owner,
who asked what she owed.
"Fifteen hundred dollars, Ma'am," he answered.
"Why that's simply outrageous!" she stormed.
"That's what's wrong with you Maine people,
you're always trying to over charge summer
visitors. Whatever do you do in the winter,
when we're not being gypped here?"
"Raise porcupines, Ma'am."
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