When I left the office and went out to lunch today, I noticed that there was an old lady who looked to be in her mid seventies, 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 help, so I sat down beside her and 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 that sounds wonderful, so why are you crying?”
The old lady continued, “He makes me homemade soup for lunch, my favorite brownies to follow and then makes love to me half the afternoon”.
Now even more puzzled, I said to her, “That sounds just perfect, so why are you crying?”
The old lady continued again, “For dinner he makes me a gourmet meal with wine, followed by my favorite desert and then makes love to me until 2am”.
Totally bemused, I said to her, “Well, what I don’t understand is, why in the world would you be crying?”
With a huge sigh, the old lady said, “I CAN’T REMEMBER WHERE I LIVE!!!!
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