A couple of hours later, I text my wife
"I don't want to alarm you, but I'm the hospital"
edit: the original message
But don't worry, it was B9.
Don't worry though, it was B9.
It was B9, after all
The doctor said the tumor was B9
It turned out to B9.
It's B9.
B9.
My wife who usually stops talking to me for an hour or so when I make a good dad joke got me today...
Wife: What's our gate?
Me: B9
Wife: No, it's malignant.
Me: ...
We're in AP Comp Sci learning about converting to hex values.
He writes up on the board: B9 (a hex value)
Teacher: (After explaining how to convert) So that's about it, class. To be honest, it's really pretty benign (points to B9)
Laughter and groans ensued.
For some reason my entire family plays bingo every year on Christmas. And every time my dad draws and reads all the number-letter combos. And every year he waits patiently until he can say his favorite dad joke: Oh, thank goodness it's not malignant... (pause for emphasis) It's B9!
Don't worry, it was B9.
Don't worry though, it was B9.
