The elevator in our building malfunctioned one day, leaving
several of us stranded. Seeing a sign that listed two
emergency phone numbers, I dialed the first and explained
our situation.
After what seemed to be a very long silence, the voice on
the other end said, "I don't know what you expect me to do
for you; I'm a psychologist."
"A psychologist?" I replied. "Your phone is listed here as
an emergency number. Can't you help us?"
"Well," he finally responded in a measured tone. "How do you
feel about being stuck in an elevator?"