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A chap with a big parcel under his arm walks into a high street optician’s practice, and asks if he can have an appointment with the optician.
The receptionist tells him that he is lucky, there has been a cancellation, and he can see the optician in about 15 minutes time.
When the time of his appointment arrives, the man, still clutching his large parcel, is shown in to the optician’s office.
‘What seems to be the problem?’ asks the optician.
‘It’s this’, says the man, handing over his large brown paper parcel.
The optician carefully opens the parcel, and is shocked by what he finds inside.
In the parcel are two very large turds. Each is about 12 inches long, and about 3 inches in diameter. They are a whitish grey colour, rock hard and with a rough concrete-like outer skin.
The optician says, ‘Good Grief, I think that it is a doctor that you need to see, not me’.
‘Oh no’, says the man. ‘It’s definitely an optician I need, because every time I pass one of these, my eyes water’
The receptionist tells him that he is lucky, there has been a cancellation, and he can see the optician in about 15 minutes time.
When the time of his appointment arrives, the man, still clutching his large parcel, is shown in to the optician’s office.
‘What seems to be the problem?’ asks the optician.
‘It’s this’, says the man, handing over his large brown paper parcel.
The optician carefully opens the parcel, and is shocked by what he finds inside.
In the parcel are two very large turds. Each is about 12 inches long, and about 3 inches in diameter. They are a whitish grey colour, rock hard and with a rough concrete-like outer skin.
The optician says, ‘Good Grief, I think that it is a doctor that you need to see, not me’.
‘Oh no’, says the man. ‘It’s definitely an optician I need, because every time I pass one of these, my eyes water’