Brad was in a horrific motorcycle accident and learned the bad news that his legs were almost totally crushed.
After a few of weeks of therapy, it soon became clear to the doctor that they were just pushing off the inevitable outcome.
Due however, to Brad’s frail condition, the physician was afraid to give him the unfortunate news.
Instead, he gave the unwanted job to Brad’s wife of 20 years, Jessica, hoping that she would know how to break the bad news to him in a gentle manner.
The next morning Jessica softly said, “Honey, the doctor had some good news and bad news for you. Which would you like to hear first?”
Brad, already in a depressed mood, answered in his usual grumpy voice, “what do I care? Just give me the bad news!”
“Well dear,” Jessica said cupping Brad’s face with her hands, “I hate to have to tell you this, but it seems like your legs are going to have to be taken off.”
Brad, hardly able to hold his voice from cracking blurted out, “Well then, what’s the good news?”
“The good news” said Jessica, “is that that the gardener that was in here before, said he may be interested in buying your new boots from you!”
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