One morning over breakfast, a husband was complaining to his wife. “I’ve been with the circus for over 25 years, and every performance I follow behind the elephants and clean up their poop. Twenty-five years, ‘Scoop the poop! Scoop the poop!’ I’m tired of it.”

His wife calmly said, “If you’re so unhappy, why don’t you quit?”

“What! And leave show business?!”

Somebody told me that echoes repeat everything back...

Where have I heard that before?

For a while I worked at a sarcastic tattoo parlor.

I quit because I couldn’t take the needling.