A joke
A joke. Almost entirely as told by Joan Baez at a concert in Edinburgh (as shown in BBC Four tonight).
Three microsurgeons were at a microsurgeons’ conference, boasting.
The first one said ah, well they brought me a guy who’d been playing with fireworks. Terrible injuries, he’d blown all his fingers off. Naturally, they came to me, I’m the best, and I put all his fingers back on. He’s as good as new – better than new. In fact, he’s about to start playing piano for the orchestra in Philadelphia.
So the second one says pfft, that’s nothing. They bought me a guy who’d had a terrible car accident, lost both arms and both legs. It took a forty-seven hour operation and God knows how much coffee, but I put him back together better than new. In fact, he’s about to start running for the Olympic team.
And the third one says, well, they bought me one guy who’d gotten lost and been hit by a freight train. All I had to work with was a cowboy hat and a horse’s ass, and now he’s the President.