Ben was working at the lumberyard one day, pushing a tree through the saw, when he accidentally cut off all of his fingers. He quickly ran down the street to the emergency room. The doctor quickly examined his hands and asked for the fingers.
“I don’t have the fingers.” Ben gasped through his pain.
“What do you mean you don’t have the fingers? We aren’t living in the Dark Ages here! I can reattach those fingers and you’d be as good as new! Why didn’t you bring the fingers?”
“Gosh, Doc!” Ben yelled. “I guess I couldn’t pick ’em up!”