A sweet grandmother telephoned Mount Sinai Hospital. She timidly asked, "Is
it possible to speak to someone who can tell me how a patient is doing?"

The operator said "I'll be glad to help, Dear. What's the name and room
number?"

The grandmother in her weak tremulous voice said, "Holly Finkel, room 302."

The Operator replied, "Let me check.

Oh, good news. Her records say that Holly is doing very well. Her blood
pressure is fine; her blood work just came back as normal and her physician,
Dr. Cohen, has scheduled her to be discharged Tuesday."

The Grandmother said, "Thank you. That's wonderful! I was so worried! God
bless you for the good news."

The operator replied, "You're more than welcome. Is Holly your daughter?"

The Grandmother said, "No, I'm Holly Finkel in 302. No one tells me anything."

Hehehe...I don't know if this is really a joke because this is sometimes true...

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Greetings from Frankfurt (Germany),
Sheriff ;-)

Good enough....

I don't know why, there is absolutely no relations but it reminded me of a joke a Russian friend told me once:

Back in the Soviet era, 3 guys are sentenced in labour camp so they are somewhere in Siberia breaking ice all day.
They don;t know who each other is, and afraid thet anyone of the three could be a spy, they don't talk. One day though, the first guy says to the other:
"Why are you here mate?"
"I said that Sergei Gerasimov was the people's enemy, what about you?" replies the second.
"Well, I said that Sergei Gerasimov is the people's friend" the first guy said.
Realising thet the trird man doesn't talk , they both ask "Why are YOU here, buddy?"
"I am Sergei Gerasimov"