A guy with leprosy won tickets to see the world series.
When he got there, he wandered through the bleachers looking for his seat. He finally found the open seat and asked the man in the adjoining seat if it would be okay to sit there.
The man answered, “Yeah. Just sit down, shut up, and watch the game.”
The leper sat down and added, “As you can see, I have leprosy. If it disturbs you, I will move.”
“It doesn’t bother me. Just shut up, and watch the game.”
A while later, during the fourth inning, the man suddenly vomited. Frothy beer, hot dogs, and peanuts were splattered everywhere.
Seeing this, the leper got up and said, “Thank you for allowing me to sit next to you, but I can see that my appearance has caused you to get sick. I will find another place to sit.”
“It’s NOT you. Just sit down, shut up, and watch the game.”
So the leper sat back down, but during the sixth inning, the man began to vomit again. This time it is projectile. A powerful blast of beer and pretzels shoots out from the man’s mouth and nose until his stomach is completely emptied.
Seeing this, the leper got up and said, “Thank you for allowing me to sit next to you, but I can see that my appearance has caused you to get sick. I will find another place to sit.”
“Really, it’s NOT you. Just sit down, shut up, and watch the game.”
So the leper sat back down, but during the seventh inning, the man began to vomit again. This time it was the dry heaves.
The leper feels absolutely awful at the sight of this man suffering. Once again, the leper offers to leave, but the man insists, “Really, it’s NOT you.”
So the leper asks, “Well if it’s not me, then what is making you so sick?”
“It’s that guy behind you. He keeps dipping his nachos in your back.”
