Today, I gave sixty-seven cents to a homeless man whose first name was Marty and whose middle name was either Oscar or Usher (he did not remember). In exchange, he told me the following joke:

“A German doctor moved to this city and hung out his shingle. It said on the sign that his office hours were ‘T.V.’ Nobody knew what to make of this ‘T.V.’ All the ladies would pass by and nobody knew. Finally, this one lady, she went in, and she says, ‘Hey, what’s this mean, T.V., for your office hours? Are you crazy?’ So the guy says, ‘I am from Germany. My office hours are Tuesday and Vednesday.’”

Did I get my money’s worth?