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From: pull my finger
Oh yeah???
With the prcie of gas skyrocketing a group of colleagues from an office in town decised to carpool together because they lived relatively close to each other. There were 5 people in the car pool and each one was responsible for driving the carpool one day a week. Every Wednesday was Jim's turn to drive. And every Wednesday they were slightly late for work because Jim refused to drive through the mid-town tunnel when it was his turn behind the wheel. Instead, he would take the bypass which took 20 minutes longer. After a short time, the others grew irate with Jim. When they finally confronted him he swore he had never had that problem when he drove to work by himself. It was only in the carpool that he couldn't bring himself to drive through the mid-town tunnel. Concerned for his well-being, his colleagues encouraged Jim to see a professional about his condition. Jim finally made an appointment with a well-known mental health physician in the area and was relieved when the doctor was able to see him right away. Jim sat down and described his feelings of distress and anxiety whenever he was in the carpool and it went through the mid-town tunnels. He told the doctor that it was so bad that he couldn't bring himself to drive that same route unless he was buy himself. After a few minutes of listening the doctor hushed Jim and furrowed his brow. He cleared his throst and said "I have good news. Your condition is very treatable." Jim asked, "my condition? what is it called?"
The doctor sighed and said "clearly you are suffering from carpool-tunnel syndrome..."
yuck-yuck-yuck...
With the prcie of gas skyrocketing a group of colleagues from an office in town decised to carpool together because they lived relatively close to each other. There were 5 people in the car pool and each one was responsible for driving the carpool one day a week. Every Wednesday was Jim's turn to drive. And every Wednesday they were slightly late for work because Jim refused to drive through the mid-town tunnel when it was his turn behind the wheel. Instead, he would take the bypass which took 20 minutes longer. After a short time, the others grew irate with Jim. When they finally confronted him he swore he had never had that problem when he drove to work by himself. It was only in the carpool that he couldn't bring himself to drive through the mid-town tunnel. Concerned for his well-being, his colleagues encouraged Jim to see a professional about his condition. Jim finally made an appointment with a well-known mental health physician in the area and was relieved when the doctor was able to see him right away. Jim sat down and described his feelings of distress and anxiety whenever he was in the carpool and it went through the mid-town tunnels. He told the doctor that it was so bad that he couldn't bring himself to drive that same route unless he was buy himself. After a few minutes of listening the doctor hushed Jim and furrowed his brow. He cleared his throst and said "I have good news. Your condition is very treatable." Jim asked, "my condition? what is it called?"
The doctor sighed and said "clearly you are suffering from carpool-tunnel syndrome..."
yuck-yuck-yuck...
