her students' written work. She wasn't sure how much impact she was
having until one overly busy day when she sat at her desk rubbing her
temples. I asked, "What's the matter, Mrs. Sheridan?" "Tense," she
replied, describing her emotional state. After a slight pause I tried
again, "What was the matter?? What has been the matter?? What might
have been the matter?..."
(From Stan Kegel's daily Groaners)
An obviously Native American gentleman walks into a Psychiatrist office, looking about wildly. Psychiatrist: "Good afternoon sir. Can I help you?"
Prospective patient begins a confused rendition of "Tepee-Wigwam. Tepee-Wigwam. Tepee-Wigwam".
Psychiatirst: "Simmer down my Friend. You're two tents."
