On his 75th birthday, a man got a gift certificate from his beloved wife. The certificate paid for a visit to a doctor who was rumored to have a potion for every condition. The man went to see the doctor. He told him that he wasn’t feeling as vigorous as he used to. The doctor went to one of the many cabinets in his office and pulled out a glass bottle filled with shimmering purple liquid.
He handed the bottle to the man and said, “This is powerful medicine. Take only one teaspoonful and then say ‘1-2-3.’ When you do that, you will become manlier than you have ever been in your life.”
The man was encouraged. Before leaving the office, he asked the doctor, “How do I stop the medicine from working?”
The doctor replied, “Your partner must say ‘1-2-3-4.’ But when she does, the medicine will not work again until the next full moon.”
The man was very eager to see if the potion worked. He went straight home, showered, shaved, took a spoonful of the medicine, and then invited his wife to join him in the bedroom. When she came in, he took off his robe and said, “1-2-3!” Immediately, he was the manliest of men. His wife was pleasantly surprised and began throwing off her clothes in wild abandon.
Then she asked, “What was the 1-2-3 for?”
And that, my friends, is why we should never end our sentences with a preposition, because we could end up with a dangling participle.