Park Bench

 

When I went to lunch today, I noticed this older lady sitting on a park bench near J. C. Penney and she was sobbing her eyes out.

I stopped and asked her what was wrong.

She said: "I have a 22 year old husband at home.

He makes love to me every morning and then gets up and makes me pancakes, sausage, fresh fruit and freshly ground, brewed coffee."

I said, "Well, then why are you crying?"

She said, "He makes me homemade soup for lunch and my favorite brownies and then makes love to me half the afternoon."

I said, "Well so why are you crying?"

She said, "I can't remember where I live!"