A Witch Goes to the Doctor

The nurse escorted Hilga to an exam room, where she had to step on the scale, have her height measured and temperature taken. Finished, the nurse asked her to strip and put on a flimsy hospital gown.

“Doctor will be with you shortly,” the nurse smiled as she exited the room.

Minutes later, the doctor comes in, “What seems to be the problem, ma’am?”

“I’m having trouble holding onto my broom,” Helga answered.

“Can you be a little more specific?” the doctor asked.

“Yes,” Hilda said. “You see, I’m a witch by profession, and I keep flying off the handle.”