When I left the office and went out to lunch today, I noticed that there was an old lady about 75 years old who was sitting on a park bench outside the mall, and she was sobbing her eyes out.
I felt that I just had to stop, and I asked her what was wrong.
She said: “I have a wonderful 30 year old husband at home. He makes sweet love to me every morning and then gets up and makes me a breakfast of pancakes, sausage, fresh fruit and freshly ground, brewed coffee.”
I said: “Well, then why are you crying?”
The old lady continued: ” He makes me homemade soup for lunch, and my favorite brownies, and then makes love to me half the afternoon.”
Puzzled, I said to her: “That sounds perfect, so why are you crying?”
The old lady continued again: “For dinner he makes me a gourmet meal with wine, and my favorite desert, and then makes love to me until 2:00am.”
Totally bemused, I said to her: “Well, why in the world would you be crying?”
With a huge sigh, she said: “I CAN’T REMEMBER WHERE I LIVE!!!!