Tennis Presciption
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Loading ...A manager has to take up some sport, his doctor said, so he decided to play tennis. After a couple of weeks, his secretary asks him how he’s doing.
“It’s going fine,” the manager says. “When I’m on the court and I see the ball speeding towards me, my brain immediately says, “TO THE CORNER! BACKHAND! TO THE NET! SMASH! GO BACK!
“Really? What happens then?” the girl asks, enthusiastically.
“Then my body says, ‘Who, ME? Don’t talk nonsense!’”
