I went to see my dentist recently, because one whole side of my face was hurting so bad I couldn't sleep. He examined me for about five minutes, then leaned back with a huge grin on his face.
"What?" I asked, not seeing anything remotely funny.
"Well, I have good news, and I have bad news," he said, still smiling.
"Bad news first," I ordered.
"Okay, you have two impacted wisdom teeth, and you need a root canal," he said brightly.
"So what the hell is the GOOD news?" I demanded. His answer cracked me up:
"I have two kids in college."