An English physician emigrated to America but couldnât find a job at any hospital, so he decided to open his own little clinic.
He put up a large sign on the lawn outside that read:
âAny treatment - $20.
If youâre not cured, get a $100 refund!â
Later that day, a hotshot American lawyer walked by, read the sign, and thought, âNow thatâs what I call easy money!â
So he went right in.
Lawyer: âHey, Doc, Iâve completely lost my sense of taste.â
Doctor: âNurse, bring me the medicine from box No. 18.â
She did, and the doctor put three drops on the lawyerâs tongue.
Lawyer: âYuck! Thatâs kerosene!â
Doctor: âCongratulations! Your taste is back. Thatâll be $20.â
Annoyed but not giving up, the lawyer returned a few days later.
Lawyer: âDoc, Iâve lost my memory. I canât remember a thing.â
Doctor: âNurse, bring the medicine from box No. 18.â
Lawyer: âOh no you wonât! Thatâs kerosene! You did that last time!â
Doctor: âPresto! Your memory has returned. Thatâll be $20.â
Now boiling with anger, the lawyer storms back one last time, determined to win the $100.
Lawyer: âDoc, my eyesight is terrible. I canât see anything!â
Doctor: âOh dear, youâve got me there. I donât have any treatment for that.â
He hands the lawyer a $20 bill.
Lawyer: âHey! This is only $20, not $100!â
Doctor: âCongratulations! Your eyesight has been restored. Thatâll be $20.â