Life is like a Rubik’s cube…
Easy to mess up, hard to solve.
The psychiatrist was interviewing a first-time patient. “You say you’re here,” he inquired, “because your family is worried about your taste in socks?”
“That’s correct,” muttered the patient. “I like wool socks.”
“But that’s perfectly normal,” replied the doctor. “Many people prefer wool socks to those made from cotton or acrylic. In fact, I myself like wool socks.”
“You DO?” exclaimed the man. “With oil and vinegar or just a squeeze of lemon?”
When I became a licensed chiropractor, I moved back to my hometown and soon had a thriving practice. One morning I saw a new patient whom I recognized as my old high school principal.
“Gee,” I said nervously, “I’m a little surprised to see you here.”
“Why?” he replied. “You certainly spent a great deal of time in my office.”
As a young preacher, my small church had limited facilities, so we held baptisms in a creek. With alligators in the area, however, that was less than ideal.
Then a minister friend suggested I bring my next group of baptismal candidates to his church for a joint baptismal service. Naturally, I accepted.
The baptismal pool had a clear front so the congregation could see everything. When the baptisms were finished, curtains were drawn, and I was left alone in the pool for a moment. The building had no air conditioning, and it was quite hot. I thought how nice it would feel to take a little dip. I glided to one end, turned, and backstroked to the other end.
Hearing a riotous uproar in the church, I looked toward the congregation.
The curtain was down only to the top of the glass! An astonished and amused congregation had been watching my every move.