A beautiful young brunette was about to undergo a minor operation.
She had been prepared and wheeled along to the operation chamber's door
where the nurse had left her to check if the operation staff were ready.
Hardly had the nurse left when a young man in a white coat came up
to the trolley, lifted the sheet, examined her closely and walked
away, nodding reflectively. He consulted with another man in a white
coat who then approached the woman, lifted the sheets, examined her
intimately and walked away.
When a third man appeared and drew back the sheet, the young woman
demanded to know when they were going to get on with the operation.
"I've no idea lady," the young man said, "we're just painting the
corridor."
