A man goes into his son’s room to wish him goodnight.
His son is having a nightmare. The man wakes him up and asks if he is OK. The son replies he is scared because he dreamt that Auntie Susie had died. The father assures him that Auntie Susie is fine and sends him back to sleep. The next day, Auntie Susie dies.
One week later, the man again goes into his son’s room to wish him goodnight. His son is having another nightmare. The man wakes him up and asks if he is OK. This time the son says that he had dreamt that Granddaddy had died. The father assures him that Granddaddy is fine and sends him back to sleep. The next day, Granddaddy dies.
A week later, the man goes into his son’s room to wish him goodnight, as he does every night. But his son is having another nightmare, and he wakes him up. The son says that he had dreamt that his Daddy had died. The father assures the son that he is OK and sends the boy back to sleep.
The man goes to bed himself, but cannot sleep because he is too terrified. The next day, he is scared for his life, sure he is going to die.
After getting dressed, he drives very cautiously to work, fearful of any collision. He doesn’t eat lunch because he is scared of food poisoning. He avoids everyone, sure he will somehow be killed. He jumps at every noise and hides under his desk.
Upon walking to his front door at the end of the day, he finds his wife.
“Good God, Dear,” he says, “I’ve just had the worst day of my entire life!”
“You think your day was bad,” she replies, “this morning the milkman dropped dead right on our doorstep.”
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