When a rattlesnake got loose in the second-floor hall of the science building at my university, it created quite a furor. Fortunately, one of the professors was an expert on snakes.
An agitated student ran to fetch him, urging him to come quickly, as a dangerous snake was loose and terrorizing everyone in the building.
The professor leisurely strolled out into the hall, examined the snake from head to tail, and calmly returned to his office. “It’s not one of mine,” he said, and closed the door.
As my sister relaxed on the couch, her head comfortably leaning against the crook of her husband’s arm, her cell phone beeped.
She looked at her phone. It was a text message from her husband.
The message: "Please Move."
A client recently brought her two cats to my husband’s veterinary clinic for their annual checkup. One was a small-framed, round tiger-striped tabby, while the other was a long, sleek black cat.
She watched closely as I put each on the scale. “They weigh about the same,” I told her.
“That proves it!” she exclaimed. “Black does make you look slimmer and stripes make you look fat.”
Suspecting he had a serious medical condition, I nagged my husband until he agreed to see a doctor.
Once there, he was handed a mountain of forms to fill out. Next to 'Reason for visit' he wrote, "My wife made me."