Wednesday, October 29, 2014


When I went to lunch today, I noticed an old man
sitting on a park bench sobbing his eyes out.

I stopped and asked him what was wrong.

He told me, ‘I have a 22 year old wife at home.
She rubs my back every morning and then gets
up and makes me pancakes, sausage, fresh fruit
and freshly ground coffee.’

I continued, ‘Well, then why are you crying?’

He added, ‘She makes me homemade soup for lunch
and my favorite biscuits, cleans the house and then
watches sports on TV with me for the rest of the afternoon.’

I said, ‘Well, why are you crying?’

He said, ‘For dinner she makes me a gourmet meal with
wine and my favorite dessert and then we cuddle until the
small hours.’

I inquired, ‘Well then, why in the world would you be crying?’

He replied, ‘I can’t remember where I live.’

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