A man and his son are driving in a car one day, when they get into a fatal accident. The man is killed instantly. The boy is knocked unconscious, but he is still alive. He is rushed to hospital, and will need immediate surgery. The doctor enters the emergency room, looks at the boy, and says...
"I can't operate on this boy, he is my son."
Is there anyone here who had to give this much thought?
Yes, but when it was first making the rounds, probably late 60s/early 70s female doctors and especially female surgeons were a lot rarer, it would stump people.
"The dildo of consequence rarely comes lubed." -- Eileen Rose
Scooter wrote:Yes, but when it was first making the rounds, probably late 60s/early 70s female doctors and especially female surgeons were a lot rarer, it would stump people.
I admit, it stumped me the first time I heard it when I was 14 or 15...
When I first heard the riddle, maybe 50 years ago, lady doctors were rare. There were none in my small town. A few years later, one moved in, but she moved to the larger city nearer where I live now shortly after that. She's still practicing, probably in her mid 70s.
Now it's almost to the point where I know more female doctors than I do male doctors.
My niece is a pediatrician.
Another sister's son is married to a pediatrician.
The GP that I've seen for the last several years is a lady.
A friend of Doc's, one of only two B-29 bombers still flying.
