[Dixielandjazz] Hardy har har!

[Don Ingle]

A sweet grandmother telephoned St. Joseph 's Hospital. She timidly 
asked, "Is it possible to speak to someone who can tell me how a patient 
is doing?" The operator said, "I'll be glad to help, dear. What's the 
name and room number of the patient?" The grandmother in her weak, 
tremulous voice said, "Norma Findlay, Room 302." The operator replied, 
"Let me put you on hold while I check with the nurse's station for that 
room."

After a few minutes, the operator returned to the phone and said, "I 
have good news. Her nurse just told me that Norma is doing well. Her 
blood pressure is fine; her blood work just came back normal and her 
physician, Dr. Cohen, has scheduled her to be discharged tomorrow." The 
grandmother said, "Thank you. That's wonderful. I was so worried. God 
bless you for the good news."

 The operator replied, "You're more than welcome. Is Norma your 
daughter?" The grandmother said, "No, I'm Norma Findlay in Room 302. No 
one tells me anything!"