I was recently sharing with my father how bad my college football team had lost to a major rival 58-0 and that it couldn't get any worse.
Dad, in his infinite wisdom indicated, "The score could have been 65-0."
Father: What you want to be in your life?
Son: A Doctor.
Father: What skills do you have of a doctor?
Son: Doctor's handwriting.
Tennis Coach: "I know everything about tennis. You can ask me anything."
Student: "Sir, how many holes are there in the net?"
Two very successful psychoanalysts occupied offices in the same building. One was 40 years old, the other over 70.
They rode on the elevator together at the end of an unbearably hot, sticky day. The younger man was completely done in, and he noted with some resentment that his senior was fresh and relaxed.
"I don't understand," he marveled, "how you can listen to patients from morning till night on a day like this and still look so spry and unbothered when it's over?"
The older analyst said simply, "Who listens?"