Riddle me this?Follow

A man is driving a car with his son as passenger.

They have a horrendous crash, and the father is killed instantly. His son is badly injured and airlifted to Hospital.

On admittance to the Hospital, the duty doctor realises that the boy needs urgent Neural Surgery, so a call is made to the off-duty Neural Surgeon.

Within an hour, the Surgeon arrives, scrubs up, is briefed on the medical history, the nature and severity of the injuries and the initial prognosis.

The patient is prepped and waiting, anaesthatised in the Operating Room.

The surgeon enters, fully prepared for a challenging procedure, but takes one look at the patient, and exclaims:

"I'm not allowed to operate on him. He's my son!"

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Explanation?
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Mother go!

The surgeon's father was the one killed.

Am I a sexist pig for not realizing the obvious?

Edited, Jan 10th 2007 10:42pm by Mazra

Ahh the speed of the asylum mind!

What I love about that riddle is the number of Radikul Pheminist Wimminz that ramble through the 'Adoption' 'sex change' and other theories or all sorts of weird stuff before I have my 'Tadaaa!' moment pointing out that they are victims to inbuilt gender stereotypes and the surgeon is the boy's mother.

Interesting, although I must point out that, in a lifetime of visiting my mother at her hospital and now working in one of my own, I have yet to meet a lady surgeon.

A wood chuck would chuck as much wood as a woodchuck could chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood.

I don't know about you, but my woodchucks don't chuck away their wood.

Wrong!

+1 Flea

Troo dat.

Say surgeon and we see a man
Say Nurse and we assume it's an Woman

The point I often have to make (as part of my job) is that it's not a hanging offence to make these assumptions. What we need to challenge is the roots of them (Make surgery more accessible to Women as a career instead of one that almost excludes those who may need to gestate for a while)

My own "Oh Shit" moment where I fell foul of my assumptions was when a group of refugees from the volcanic eruption in Monsterrat arrived in Birmingham (where many of them had relatives).

I went to a church hall in Birmingham full of caribbean islanders still wearing whatever they were wearing when they caught the last plane out as the lava destroyed everything they'd worked for.

As I spoke to the pastor to confirm the arrangements I would make for them, everyone left apart from a big, obese woman in her 20s in a torn t-shirt and shorts who stank of stale urine.

Her Aunt had offered to let her use the spare room in a house a few miles away and she had no clue how to get there. She was sobbing and asked me for a ride.

She stank. I mean she hummed! Stale **** and sweat. My lovely clean car! A big, fat smelly black woman in my nice clean car!

I did agree to give her a ride and my nostrils filled with my own scent of 'burning martyr'.

I asked her what she did in Montserrat. I assumed maid, cleaner, cook; waitress maybe?

She turned out to be a Paediatric Cardiac Surgeon, and one of the world's authorities on infant angina.

Yes. I felt like an total racist, bigoted cUnt.

Riddle me this;

3 guys go to a hotel, it costs them $30 for one room. So they each pay 10.(10x3=30) As the cashier is about to put the money away, he remembers its Saturday and its only 25 per room. So he grabs 5 one dollar bills, to give back to them. But as he is walking to give it to the 3 guys, he decides since he cant spilt it up evenly he will put 2 in his pocket and give 1 dollar to each of the guys.
So that means each person paid 9 dollars to get a room.
9x3=27, 27 plus the two in the guys pocket equal 29

Where did the other dollar go?

Highlight for answer:

It's a trick question; the way it is worded throws off the actual math. Each person payed 9 dollars each which equals 27 yes, but you're supposed to subtract, not add, the 2 in the pocket to get the rooms cost, 25.

The cashier spent it on 4 goes with your mom