John: If you felt ill, what would you do?
Jenny: I would go to bed.
John: No, I mean before that?
Jenny: Take clothes off before going to bed.
John: You would go to a doctor, wouldn’t you?
Jenny: No, I would never go to any doctor.
John: Why not?
Jenny: A doctor killed my uncle.
John: Really? How?
Jenny: My uncle had pain in his chest. He went to see the doctor. The doctor looked at him and said ‘he’s alright.’ 15 minutes later, my uncle dies in the street.
John: Oh! What happened? Did he have a heart attack?
Jenny: No, He had a car accident.
John: Well, You can’t blame the doctor for that.
Jenny: Of course, I can. The doctor was driving the car.