A good friend of mine sent me this cute little story. Three older ladies
were discussing the travails of getting older. One said “Sometimes I
catch myself with a jar of mayonnaise in my hand in front of the
refrigerator, and can’t remember whether I
need to put it away, or start making a sandwich.”
The second lady chimed in, “Yes, sometimes I find myself on the landing
of the stairs and can’t remember whether I was on my way up, or on my
way down.”
The third one responded, “Well, I’m glad I don’t have that problem;
knock on wood,” as she rapped her knuckles on the table, then told them,
“That must be the door. I’ll get it.”
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