When I went to lunch today, I noticed this elderly man about 75 to 80 years old sitting on a bench near the shopping centre sobbing his eyes out.
I stopped and asked him what was wrong.
He said, "I have a 22year-old wife at home. She makes love to me every morning and then gets up and makes me pancakes, sausage, fresh fruit and freshly brewed coffee."
I said, "Well, then why are you crying?"
He said, "She makes me homemade soup for lunch and my favorite brownies and then makes love to me half the afternoon."
I asked again, "So why are you crying?"
He continued, "For dinner she makes me a gourmet meal with wine and my favorite dessert and then makes love to me until midnight."
I said, "Well, why in the world would you be crying?"
He answered, "I can't remember where I live."