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“How come you’re late?” asked the bartender, as the cocktail waitress walked into the bar.
“It was awful,” she explained. “I was walking down Elm Street and there was a terrible accident. A man was thrown from his car and he was lying in the middle of the street. His leg was broken, his skull was fractured, and there was blood everywhere! Thank God I took that first-aid course!” “Did you splint his broken leg?” the bartender asked. “No….” the girl said. “Did you wrap his head in gauze?” he asked. “No….” the girl said. “Did you dress his wounds?” he asked, starting to really wonder. “No….” the girl said. “Well, what did you do that you learned in your first-aid class?” he finally asked. “I sat down and put my head between my knees to keep from fainting!” |
