A man wakes up in the hospital, bandaged from head to foot. The doctor
comes in and says, "Ah, I see you've regained consciousness. Now, you
probably won't remember, but you were in a pile-up on the motorway.
You're going to be okay, you'll walk again and everything, but...
"Something happened. I'm trying to break this gently, but the fact is,
your willy was chopped off in the wreck and we were unable to find it."
The man groans, but the doctor goes on, "You've got ~9000 in insurance
compensation coming and we have the technology now to build you a new
willy that will work as well as your old one did - better in fact! But
the thing is, it doesn't come cheap. It's ~1000 an inch."
The man perks up at this. "So," the doctor says, "It's for you to
decide how many inches you want. But it's something you'd better
discuss with your wife. I mean, if you had a five inch one before, and
you decide to go for a nine incher, she might be a bit put out. But if
you had a nine inch one before, and you decide only to invest in a five
incher this time, she might be disappointed. So it's important that she
plays a role in helping you make the decision."
The man agrees to talk with his wife. The doctor comes back the next
day. "So," says the doctor, "have you spoken with your wife?"
"I have," says the man. "And what is the decision?" asks the
doctor.
"We're having granite benchtops."