"Well, doc, 25 years ago ..."
"Never mind the past. Tell me how you broke your leg this morning."
"Like I was saying... 25 years ago, when I first started working on the farm, that night, right after I'd gone to bed, the farmer's beautiful daughter came into my room. She asked me if there was anything I wanted.
I said, "No, everything's fine."
"Are you sure?" she asked.
"I'm sure," I said.
"Isn't there anything I can do for you?" she wanted to know.
"I reckon not. I just need some rest, thanks." I replied.
"Excuse me," said the doctor, "What the heck does this story have to do with your broken leg?"
"Well, this morning," the farmhand explained, "when it finally dawned on me what she meant, I fell off the roof!"
