The Fiasco

I cannot remember when it was exactly...... but that was one night, inside a dark, still and gloomy operating theatre. A man laid down on a surgery table, surrendering to a very painful headache. In a trice, a surgeon entered the theatre, anaesthetized the patient and then shed the powerful searchlights upon him. Special rays broke into the filing cabinet of the patient's brain, detecting the following:

*File 1: a qualification certificate..... a red pen.

*File 2: rent bills.... cartoons.

*File 3: a transistor.... bric-à-brac... old photos.

*File 4: a divorce certificate... a crossword puzzle.... a torch.

At that very moment, the surgeon stopped the examination, declaring a complete fiasco; despite his long professional competence, he failed in the diagnosis.

He nervously thrust the body into a big black plastic bag, perfectly sealed it, then sent it to the responsibles in order to take the necessary measures before it is too late.