|A manager has to take on some sport by his doctor so he decides to play tennis.|
After a couple of weeks his secretary asks him how he's doing.
"It's going fine," the manager says, "When I'm on the court and I see the ball speeding towards me my brain immediately says: To the corner! Back hand! To the net! Smash! Go back!"
"Really? What happens then?" the girl asks enthusiastic.
"Then my body says: Who? Me? Don't talk nonsense!"