A
man in the Middle Ages became fed up with humanity and decided
to spend the rest of his life in a monastery. The abbot
warned him that he would have to take a vow of silence and
live the rest of his life as a scribe. The man replied,
"No problem. I'm sick of talking."
Ten years went by, and the abbot called for the man. He
told him that he was model monk and perfect scribe, and
they were very happy with him. As per tradition he was allowed
say two words. So he nodded and said, "Food cold."
The abbot sent him on his way.
Ten years later, he was brought before the abbot again and
told how pleased they were with his performance, and he
was agaikn allowed two more words. The man said, "Bed
hard," and was sent back to work.
Another ten years went by and again the abbot sent for the
man, telling him he was the best monk they had ever had,
and that he was allowed another two words. The man nodded
and said, "I quit."
Abbot replied in a disgusted tone, "Doesn't surprise
me. You're done nothing but whinge since you got here."