A mute man was walking down the street one day, and bumped into a friend of his, who was also a mute.
In sign language, he inquired how his friend had been doing.
The friend replied (vocally!) “Oh, stop that hand-waving, I can talk now!”
Intrigued, the mute pressed him for details on how this happened.
It seems that his friend had gone to a specialist doctor, who seeing no physical damage, had put him on a treatment program that had restored the use of his vocal chords.
Gesturing wildly, the mute asked if he might meet this specialist doctor.
The mute was able to get an appointment that very afternoon, and was excited at the thought that he soon might be able to talk.
After an exam, the specialist doctor proclaimed that he had found no permanent damage. The mute was essentially in the same condition as his buddy, and that there was no reason why he couldn’t be helped as well.
“Yes, yes” signed the mute. “Let’s have the first treatment right now!”
“Very well,” replied the specialist doctor. “Kindly go into the next room, drop your pants and lean over the examining table. I’ll be right in.”
The mute does as instructed, and the doctor snuck in carrying a broomstick, a mallet and a jar of Vaseline. Greasing the broom handle, he “sent it home” with a deft swipe of the mallet.
The mute jumped from the table, screaming, “AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaa!!!”
“VERY good,” smiled the doctor. “Next Tuesday, we work on ‘B’.”
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