Four expectant fathers nervously paced the hospital waiting room, eagerly anticipating news of their newborn arrivals.
First to receive the good news was a well-dressed man in a sharp suit. A nurse approached him with a warm smile:
“Congratulations, sir!” she announced. “You’re the proud father of twins!”
The man raised an eyebrow, a hint of bemusement in his voice.
“Well, that’s odd,” he mused. “I work for the Minnesota Twins baseball team.”
Before he could ponder the coincidence further, the nurse scurried over to the next fidgeting father.
“Sir, I have wonderful news – you’re now the father of triplets!”
The second man’s eyes went wide.
“Triplets, you say? How…weird. I work for the 3M company.”
Moments later, the third father-to-be perked up as the nurse made her way to him.
“Quadruplets, sir! You’ve been blessed with four healthy babies!”
The man let out an incredulous chuckle.
“That’s just strange. I work at the Four Seasons hotel.”
The three fathers exchanged amused glances.
But as they turned to the fourth man in their group, their smiles faded.
This final expectant dad was hunched over in his chair, rhythmically banging his forehead against the wall as he let out a pained groan.
“Hey buddy, what’s wrong?” one of the other men asked with concern. “Aren’t you excited about your new baby?”
The distraught father lifted his head, revealing a wild-eyed expression of pure anguish:
“How can I be excited when I work for 7 Up?!”