Two medical students were walking along the street when they saw an old man walking with his legs spread apart. He was stiff-legged and walking slowly. One student said to his friend: "I'm sure that poor old man has Peltry Syndrome. Those people walk just like that." The other student says: "No, I don't think so. The old man surely has Zovitzki Syndrome. He walks slowly and his legs are apart just as we learned in class." Since they couldn't agree they decided to ask the old man. They approached him and one of the students said to him: "We're medical students and couldn't help but notice the way you walk, but we couldn't agree on the syndrome you might have. Could you tell us what it is?" The old man said, "I'll tell you, but first you tell me what you two fine medical students think." The first student said, "I think it's Peltry Syndrome." The old man said, "You thought wrong." The other student said, "I think you have Zovitzki Syndrome." The old man said, "You thought wrong too." So they asked him, "Well, old timer, what do you have?" The old man said, "I thought it was a Fart........ .............. But I thought wrong, too!"
Talk about a senior moment...
Several days ago as I left a meeting at our church, I desperately gave myself a personal TSA pat down. I was looking for my keys. They were not in my pockets. A quick search in the meeting room revealed nothing. Suddenly I realized, I must have left them in the car. Frantically I headed for the parking lot. My wife, Diane, has scolded me many times for leaving the keys in the ignition. My theory is the ignition is the best place not to lose them. Her theory is that the car will be stolen. As I burst through the doors of the church, I came to a terrifying conclusion. Her theory was right. The parking lot was empty. I immediately call the police. I gave them my location, confessed that I had left my keys in the car, and that it had been stolen.
Then I made the most difficult call of all, Honey, I stammered. I always call her honey in times like these. I left my keys in the car, and it has been stolen.
There was a period of silence. I thought the call had been dropped, but then I heard Dianes voice, Ken, she barked, I dropped you off!
Now it was my time to be silent. Embarrassed, I said, Well, come and get me.
Diane retorted, I will, as soon as I convince this policeman I have not stolen your car!
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