The Polish Joke

Tales from the backyard…  One summer my wife’s grandmother passed away and she and the kids went back to Minnesota for the funeral.  Our neighbors (Jim and Donna) who had twin boys the same age as my son invited me over to dinner one evening,” be there at five”.  I was.  Jim, the chief ranger in the park, a real prude with no personality, was not home yet so I visited with Donna (just the opposite) in the kitchen while she made dinner.  Jim came presently and said he would change and be right out.  He came out and then just sat down in his chair and pulled the paper in front of his nose and never said a word.  Did I mention he was Polish?  The family had actually changed their last name from Wigginski to Wiggins.  Polish jokes were the rage at the time.  Whenever I tell a joke, I try and incorporate the listener into them, so while I was left to watch the TV news myself, I suddenly shouted out, “did you just here that”, knowing that they hadn't.  Donna said “what” while coming out of the kitchen, a large pot in her hand, and the paper actually came down a bit from Jim’s face.  I said, “Apparently, they were doing some radical surgery at the University of Sweden by removing a person’s brain and just when they had the brain out, all power was lost and when It came back on, the guy on the table was gone.  Well, it’s been six months and they just found him”, (pause, waiting for the “where”) “teaching school in Poland” I responded.  Donna burst out laughing and dropped her pot on the floor and I could see Jim chuckling under the paper.  Gotcha I thought.