Stayed home and caught up on paperwork and emails today and had this arrive from a friend June Duff whom I used to work with selling Real Estate:
A man was fishing.
He began his outing with a 25lb Kingfish on the first drop and a 20 lb
snapper on the second.
On the third drop he had just scored his first ever King Terakihi when
his cell phone rang.
It was a doctor notifying him that his wife had just been in a terrible
accident and was in critical condition in ICU.
The man told the doctor to inform his wife where he was and that the
he’d be there as soon as possible.
As he hung up he realized he was leaving, what was shaping up to be,
his best ever fishing trip.
He decided to get in a couple of more drifts before heading to the
He ended up catching several personal bests, limited out on three
species and all in all, had his best days fishing by far.
He was jubilant….
Then he remembered his wife.
Feeling guilty he dashed to the hospital. He saw the doctor in the
corridor and asked about his wife’s condition.
The doctor glared at him and shouted, “You went ahead and kept fishing
“I hope you’re proud of yourself! While you were out for the past four
hours enjoying yourself on the ocean, your wife has been languishing in
It’s just as well you went ahead and finished the fishing because it
will be more than likely your last!” “For the rest of her life she will
require round the clock care. And you’ll be her care giver!”
The man was feeling so guilty he broke down and sobbed .
The doctor snickered and said, “Just f*cking with you. She’s dead.
What’d you catch?”