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One day, during the Reign of Terror following the French Revolution, the executions of three men were scheduled: A priest, a lawyer, and an engineer.
It was the priest's turn first. He was asked if he had a final request.
"Yes," he said. "I know it is unusual, but I would like to be executed facing up so that the last thing I will see will be the heavens. "
The executioner honored his request, and placed him in the guillotine face up. The executioner pulled the lever. The blade fell toward the priest, but it stopped a quarter-inch from his throat.
At that point, the lawyer stepped forward with a lawbook he had pulled out of his pocket, and read a passage proving that, once the lever has been pulled, the execution may not be repeated. They had to release the priest.
Now it was the lawyer's turn. For his last request, figuring that it had brought the priest good luck, he also asked to be placed face up. Again, the blade stopped short, and the lawyer had to be released.
Next, the engineer, figuring it had worked well for both the priest and the lawyer, asked to be placed face up on the guillotine. The executioner got ready to pull the lever. But before he could, the engineer exlaimed:
"Wait, I see the problem! See that spring up there? It has come loose. All you have to do is attach it, and the device will work fine!"
This is a Vermont joke:
A couple of hunters are out in the woods when one of them falls to the ground. He doesn't seem to be breathing. His eyes are rolled back in his head.
The other guy whips out his mobile phone and calls emergency services. He gasps to the operator: "I am pretty sure my friend is dead! What can I do?"
The operator, in a calm soothing voice, says: "Just take it easy. First, let's make sure he's dead."
There's silence, then a shot is heard. The guy's voice comes back on the line. He says, "Okay, now what?"
Thanks, I am glad I didn't hurt anyone.
Speaking about humor in any situation:
When I was in the hospital, I had been in a medically-induced coma for 3 weeks, on life-support and intravenious feeding. I had just had the breathing tube removed, and so it was the first day that I was able to talk. I was heavily sedated and much of what I was experiencing was a distorted reality. I was not yet permitted to drink because they were worried that I could easily choke, so I was incredibly thirst...parched would be a better description. All I could think about was getting a drink. As I faded in and out of conciousness, I had delusions that someone was offering to give me a glass of water if I would give them $5,000, and I was so desperate, that I was willing to go to the bank the withdraw the money and give it to them.
When I was awake, I was begging for a drink. Later, my wife said I was like an addict. Despite all this, I am the kind of person who just can't help making a joke. One of the times when I was begging for water and a nurse was trying to explain to me why I couldn't have any, I said: "If you give me a drink of water, I'll vote for George Bush." (This was May of 04, so it was an election year.)
I recall her not looking too pleased. I think she must have been a Republican.
I am not sure if Ricky is referral to an a actual, personal sitution, but if my joke was tasteless and hurt anyone, I definitely apologe.
My estimation is that it cost about a quarter of a million dollars to save my life two+ years ago, and I am very grateful. I guess it was stoopid to post a joke implying that some people's lives are not worth very much. Every life is priceless, and the value of a life has nothing to do with money.
When their barn burned down, the old man told his wife: "Don't worry, we had it insured for $50,000."
So the old lady calls the insurance agent, tells him the barn burned down, and asks: "How soon will you send the check for $50,000?"
The insurance agent replies: "Well, that's not exactly how it works. You see, the $50,000 coverage is a maximum. We are going to have to send out an adjuster to determine what the actual value of the barn was, and then we will compensate you for the actual value of your loss."
There is a silence.
Then, speaking slowly and quietly, the old lady says: "Oh. Is that how insurance works?"
"Yes," says the agent, "We can only pay you for what the insured item was actually worth."
"Well, in that case, I want you to cancel my husbands life insurance!"
It looks like All_Is_Number has got it, and presented the solution in a way which even I can understand. George, Y is right about simplifying the amount by making it a constant. When I was trying to figure this out, I kept over-complicating the problem.
Funny that I thought George's signature was the solution! Reminds me of a real-life "who's on first?" mix-up which I was involved in recently. I had asked for the password of a protected site which I have the right to visit, and was told that the password is secret. I replied: "I understand that the password is secret, but what is it? You guessed, they had neglected to put quotes around "secret," so I thought they were telling me that the password is secret, but they actually meant to tell me that the password is, "secret."
I appreciate the friendly ambiance on this site. No one would even think of implying that I am stupid for not realizing that the equation is George's signature on mathisfun. It seems that people who are interested in the discussions are welcome no matter what their level of understanding.
Even though I do not have the slightest clue about what the symbols mean, so that George Y's response is totally undiscernable to me: Nonetheless there is something about it that rings true. I am sure that George Y has given us the right answer, but I am frustrated that I simply do not read the language.
I promise that I have a logical mind, and I can follow a reasoned explanation, so if George Y would be willing to take the time to explain the answer, it would not be lost on me. Any chance George would be willing to walk us through it, or at least say what each of those symbols refer to?
A college professor asks for two volunteers. Mary and John come forward.
The professor hands each of them an envelope. He tells them that there is money in each envelope. He explains that one envelope has twice as much money in it as the other, and that he will give the students the option of either keeping their envelope, or trading it for the other envelope.
Mary looks in her envelope and sees that there is a $10 bill. She thinks to herself: "If I trade it for John's envelope, there is a 50/50 chance that I will end up with $5 and a 50/50 chance that I will end up with $20. That means that I will either lose $5 or else I will gain $10." She reasons that this is the same as getting two to one odds on a 50/50 bet. In fact, if she were to get this opportunity 100 times, she would expect to lose 50 times and to win 50 times, thus ending up with a large, net gain. So she agrees to exchange envelopes.
At the same time, John goes through the same thought process, and he also agrees to exchange envelopes.
So the question is: How can they both be right?
A lawyer and two businessmen were attending the funeral of a dear friend of theirs who had died.
The three of them agreed, that as a tribute to their friend, they would each put a thousand dollars into the casket and leave it to be sealed in and buried.
First, each of the two businessmen put in a thousand dollars, then it was the lawyer's turn. Slowly, the lawyer walked to the casket at the front of the chapel and reached into his pocket. He pulled out his checkbook, wrote out a check for $3,000, and took out the other $2,000 for change, which he pocketed.
I am guessing that most of the people on this forum are young, hence the question is about the worst punishment your parents ever used. I am 61 years old, so I am thinking more about the most stoopid punishments (we progressive typ parents call them "consequences") that I ever tried.
Not believing in hitting a child makes it challenging, so you have to try to think of other ways to coerce them...um, I mean - to convince them to cooperate.
When my son was very little, we had a ritual of reading bedtime stories, which really meant a lot to him, and which we both enjoyed. For awhile, my wife and I discovered that threatening to withhold the bedtime story was a powerful threat, which usually got results. However, for a threat to be credible, inevitably there comes a time when you actually have to carry it out. The times when I actually withheld the bedtime story, my son was devastated emotionally. It was terrible to hear him cry, and it was an emotional loss for both of us to destroy this special time when we normally connected. The bedtime ritual is an important way that a parent gives love and assurance to the child, and helps the child to feel safe at night. It was a bad mistake to have used this as a punishment.
Fortunately, my wife realized that it was a mistake. She said that the bedtime story should be held sacred, and never again used as a punishment...um, er, I mean "consequence."
Now that my son is 15 and asserting his autonomy, it has been years since he would have wanted me to read him a bedtime story. The last time I read him a story was when he was 13, I had just gotten out of the hospital with a life-threatening illness, I was weak and just getting back on my feet, and I said I wanted to read him a story (I must have seemed pretty pathetic). To humor the old man, he actually sat in the living room with me, and -- somewhat impatiently -- allowed me to read him a story.
Before I had kids, I was very critical of parents, particularly my own, and I did not have a clue as to the dilemnas and challenges a parent faces. I am not trying to justify taking away the calculus book: It es clearly a stoopid punishment to interfere with something positive that your child is passionate about. What I am saying is that we cannot necessarily assume that each of us would never make terrible mistake when we have the responsibility of being a parent. Sometimes a child will test you be doing something anti-social or otherwise unacceptible, just to put you on the spot as to how you will cope with it. When (and if) you become a parent, will you succeed in figuring out how to handle "impossible" situations?
I am really glad that Mikau shared this experience, and opened up an important discussion.
A waiter asks two customers sitting at a table if either of them would like something to drink.
The first one says: "I'll just have a glass of water, please."
The second one says: "I would also like some water, but please make sure you bring it in a clean glass."
The waiter leaves, and five minutes later he is back with two glasses of water.
"Who get's the water in the clean glass?" asks the waiter.
A businessman goes to his minister and says:
"I need guidance on a matter of ethics. My company received a check today for $10,000, which we don't have coming to us. It was sent by mistake. The company which sent it is a big corporation. If we cash the check, no one there will realize it, and we can easily get away with it.
I want to do the right thing, but I am in a cash crunch right now, and desperately need any funds I can lay my hands on. I need you to tell me what the ethical thing to do is in this situation: Should I tell my partner and split it with him; or should I not mention anything, and just keep the whole thing for myself?
A man tells his friend: "Watch this, I want you to see how stupid my son is!"
He calls over his son and says:
"I need you to run down to the barber shop to see if I'm there, and then come back and let me know."
"Sure, dad," the boy says as he runs out the door.
Down on the street, the boy runs into his friend, and tells him:
"You wouldn't believe how stupid my father is. He just asked me to run down to the barber shop to see if he's there. What a dope! All he had to do would have been to pick up the phone, call the barbershop, and ask!"
What do you call a lawyer with an IQ of 40?
I just want to thank the Administrator for welcoming me to this forum, and for explaining how to hide the answer.
I have found that a major source of procrastination for me is a feeling that I have so much to do that it is overwhelming, and the one, little thing which I am thinking of doing now will be insignificant and make not real impact. Of course, I realize that this reasoning is self-defeating. Understanding the mental dynamic does not necessarily make it go away, but it does help to give me some motivation to ignore the mental knots and just get started.
I figured out the answer. At first I wondered whether this was just one of those apparent paradoxes, resulting from a clever use of words; but when I realized what the solution is, I saw that there really is an answer. The solution has to do with an (incorrect) assumption that people will generally make upon hearing the question. When you are able to get past that assumption, then it becomes easy to figure out the correct answer. So, I am new here: Can someone tell me whether I am supposed to disclose the answer I came up with, or does that ruin it for everyone else?