At The Moscow Health Clinic

"Job Description"*

*My son is the manager of a glass and window
company and advertised in the paper for
experienced glaziers. Since a good glass man is
hard to find, he was pleased when a man who
called about the job said he had over 10 years of experience.

"Where have you worked as a glazier?" my son asked.

The man replied, "Dunkin' Donuts."

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"At The Moscow Health Clinic"*

*Syadov walks into the Moscow health clinic and asks
to see an ear-and-eye doctor. The nurse explains to
him that there isn't a specialist in those two areas at
the clinic, but tells him that they have an eye-doctor
AND an ear, nose, and throat man.

She further goes on to suggest, after seeing his rather
vacant stare, that he see the ENT specialist, and, if that
doesn't work, why then he can go to a eye doctor.

So a month later (Remember, the clinic is run by the
Soviet bureaucracy) he is shown to the doc's office.
The following dialogue ensues.

Doctor: So, tell me, Comrade Syadov. What seems to be the trouble?

Syadov: DOC! DOC! Ya GOTTA help me! I'm going crazy!

Doctor: Just calm down, and tell me your symptoms.

Syadov: Well, I.. OK. I... I'll try. It's like my ears and
my eyeballs aren't connected to the same man. I can't
see what I hear, and I can't hear what I see!"

At this, the doctor sighs, shakes his head, closes his
notebook, and prepares for his next patient.

When Syadov asks what he's doing, he explains:
"Really, I'm very sorry, Comrade. But there's no known cure for Communism."
Received on Sun Sep 27 06:12:47 2009