A salesman runs into the vet's office carrying his dog, screaming for help. The vet rushes him back to an examination room and has the salesman put his dog down on the examination table. The vet examines the still, limp body and after a few moments tells the salesman that his dog, regrettably is dead.
The salesman, clearly agitated and not willing to accept this, demands a second opinion.
The vet goes into the back room and comes out with a cat and puts the cat down next to the dog's body. The cat sniffs the body, walks from head to tail poking and sniffing the dog's body and finally looks at the vet and meows.
The vet looks at the salesman and says, "I'm sorry but the cat thinks that your dog is dead too." The salesman is still unwilling to accept that his dog is dead.
The vet brings in a big black labrador. The lab sniffs the body, walks from head to tail, and finally looks at the vet and barks.
The vet looks at the salesman and says, "I'm sorry, but the lab thinks your dog is dead too."
The salesman, finally resigned to the diagnosis, thanks the vet and asks how much he owes.
The vet answers, "$650."
"$650 to tell me my dog is dead?" exclaimed the salesman.
"Well," the vet replied, "I would only have charged you $50 for my diagnosis but you insisted on the $300 cat scan and the $300 lab test."
Moral of the story. For all those reps out there who are in a funk because it's Monday morning.... Cheer up! The week is just getting started. Your dog didn't die! And you are already ahead the $650 some other schmuck just paid his vetinarian. It's a great day! ;-)
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