A man was sitting quietly reading his paper when his wife walked up behind him and whacked him on the head with a magazine.
“What’s that for?” he asked.
“That was for the piece of paper in your pants’ pocket with the name Laura Lou written on it,” she replied.
“Two weeks ago, when I went to the races, Laura Lou was the name of one of the horses I bet on,” he explained.
“Oh honey, I’m sorry,” she said. “I should have known there was a good explanation.”
Three days later, he was watching a ballgame on TV when she walked up and hit him in the head again, this time with an iron skillet, which knocked him out cold.
When he came to, he asked, “What was that for?”
“Your horse called.”
While I was sitting in the reception area of my doctor’s office, a woman rolled an elderly man in a wheelchair into the room. As she went to the receptionist’s desk to check in, the man sat there alone and silent. Just as I was thinking I should make small talk with the man, a little boy slipped off his mother’s lap and walked over to the wheelchair. Placing his hand on top of the man’s, he said: “I know how you feel. My mother makes me ride in the stroller too!”
John was out bicycling one day with his eight-year-old granddaughter, Carolyn. He got a little wistful. “In ten years,” he said. “you’ll want to be out with your friends and you won’t go walking, biking, and swimming with me like you do now.”
Carolyn shrugged. “In ten years, you’ll be too old to do all those things anyway!” she said.
