A man wakes up in the hospital, bandaged from head to foot. The doctor
comes in and says, 'Ah, I see you've regained consciousness. Now, you
probably won't remember, but you were in a pile-up on the freeway.
You're going to be okay, you'll walk again and everything, but
something happened. I'm trying to break this gently, but the fact is,
your penis was chopped off in the wreck and we were unable to find it.'
The man groans, but the doctor goes on, 'You've got $9000 in insurance
compensation coming, and we have the technology now to build you a new
prosthetic penis that will work as well as your old one did - better in
fact! But the thing is, it doesn't come cheap. It's $1000 an inch.'
'So,' the doctor says, 'it's for you to decide how many inches you want.
But it's something you'd better discuss with your wife. I mean, if you
had five inches before, and you decide to go for nine inches, she
might be a bit put out. But if you had a nine inch one before, and you
decide only to invest in a five incher this time, she might be
disappointed. So it's important that she plays a role in helping you
make the decision.'
The man agrees to talk with his wife.
The doctor comes back the next day. 'So,' says the doctor, 'have you
spoken with your wife?'
'I have,' says the man.
'And has she helped you in making the decision?'
'Yes, she has,' says the man.
'And what is it?' asks the doctor.
'We're getting granite countertops.'