A man goes to his doctor for the results of a recent check-up. The doctor enters the room with a very serious look on his face, holding a clipboard.
“Mr. Peterson,” the doctor begins, “I’ve reviewed all of your test results, and I’m afraid I have some bad news and some good news.”
The man’s heart sinks. “Oh, no. Okay, doctor, give me the bad news first. Let’s just get it over with.”
The doctor takes a deep breath and looks at his notes. “The bad news is that you have a very aggressive and unfortunately incurable condition. Our tests indicate that you only have about six months left to live.”
The man is absolutely devastated. He slumps in his chair, speechless and pale. “Six months?” he finally chokes out. “My whole life… gone in six months? That’s the worst news I could possibly imagine. After hearing that, what could the good news possibly be?”
The doctor claps his hands together and a wide, cheerful smile spreads across his face.
“The good news,” he says, “is that I’m having an affair with my receptionist!”