I took some medical
diagnostic tests and went to see my doctor to get the results. My doctor
entertered the room with a glum look on his face. He wrote something on a piece of paper and handed it to me.
On the piece of paper it
said: RX one comedian. “What's that supposed to mean?” I said to my doctor.
And my doctor replied,
“That’s the only treatment that your
insurance company will pay for. You see, your insurance company believes that
laughter is the best medicine, probably because it’s a whole lot cheaper than
giving you real medicine. The idea is to make you laugh.”
So I called the 800 number
of my insurance company and I told the person who answered the phone that I had
a prescription for one comedian. And the person who answered the phone said
that my insurance company would dispatch a comedian to make me laugh. But, she
said I couldn’t just pick any comedian. She said that they would send me one of
the “in-network comedians“ that has been approved by my insurance company.
I should’ve known that any
comedian thar would work for the little bit of money my insurance company
must’ve been paying them couldn’t have been very good. The sent me Las Vegas rejects who probably emceed in sleazy lounges in the
Catskills. It was the comedy team of Tommy and Seymour. Seymour was a
ventriloquist dummy. He sat on Tommy’s lap. Tommy said. “We just flew in from
L.A.” And then Seymour quipped, “And boy are our arms tired.” They proceeded to
tell a bunch of jokes about Seymour’s mother-in-law and what an old battleax
she is.
I never even cracked a smile. I was just mad the whole time they were doing their schtick. I kept thinking about how much I pay my insurance company in premiums every month.
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