A young man concludes that the religious life is for him. Accordingly he joins an order with a strict vow of silence. There is one exception to the rule however. Every ten years each monk is allowed to speak three words but the alloted words may be spoken only to the abbot.
Ten years pass. Our friend dutifully enters the abbot's cell and speaks his three words. He says, "Bed is hard."
Ten more years pass. He again enters the cell of the abbot and says, "Food is tasteless."
His time to speak his three words comes round again after ten more years. He enters the Superior's cell and says, "I am leaving."
Indignantly the abbot replies, "Well I'm not surprised. You've been here thirty years and all you've done is complain."