we work

A mute was walking down the street one day and chanced upon afriend of his; also a mute.

In sign language, he inquired how his friend had been doing.The friend replied (vocally!)

"Oh, can that hand-waving shit. I can talk now!"

Intrigued, the mute pressed him for details. Seems he had gone toa specialist, who, seeing no physical damage, had put him on atreatment program that had restored the use of his vocal chords.Gesturing wildly, the mute asked if he might meet thisspecialist.

They got an appointment that very afternoon. After an exam, thespecialist proclaimed that he had found no permanent damage. Themute was essentially in the same condition as his buddy, and thatthere was no reason why he couldn't be helped as well.

"Yes, yes" signed the mute. "Let's have the first treatment rightnow!"

"Very well," replied the specialist. "Kindly go into the nextroom, drop your pants and lean over the examining table. I'll beright in."

The mute does as instructed, and the doctor snuck in carrying abroomstick, a mallet and a jar of Vaseline. Greasing the broomhandle, he 'sent it home' with a deft swipe of the mallet.

The mute jumped from the table, screaming,

"AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"

"VERY good," smiled the doctor. "Next Tuesday, we work on 'B'."