Lab Humor
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A Man and His Lab A man and his lab were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered dying, and that the lab walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them. |
After a
while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the
road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was
broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he was
standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that
looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate
looked like pure gold. He and the lab walked toward the gate, and as
he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.
When he was close enough, he called out, 'Excuse me, where are we?'
'This is Heaven, sir,' the man answered.
'Wow! Would you happen to have some water?' the man asked.
'Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought
right up.'
The man gestured, and the gate began to open.
'Can my friend,' gesturing toward his lab, 'come in, too?' the
traveler asked.
'I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets.'
The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and
continued the way he had been going with his lab. After another long
walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road
leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been
closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw
a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book....
'Excuse me!' he called to the man. 'Do you have any water?'
'Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in.'
'How about my friend here?' the traveler gestured to the lab.
'There should be a bowl by the pump,' said the man.
They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an
old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. The traveler filled
the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to
the lab. When they were full, he and the lab walked back toward the
man who was standing by the tree.
'What do you call this place?' the traveler asked.
'This is Heaven,' he answered.
'Well, that's confusing,' the traveler said.
'The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.'
'Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope.
That's hell.'
'Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?'
'No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave
their best friends behind.'
