Shoe by Gary Brookins and Susie MacNelly for August 06, 2015

I had a patient in her 80’s who had three different boyfriends. Each was older than she. When one of them would die. I would tell her they couldn’t handle that young stuff.

I’d like my tombstone to read something like “Shot dead at the age of 99 by a jealous husband!”

I had a 90 year old neighbor who needed a ride to the hospital to visit her boyfriend who was about the same age. He was in ICU recovering from a heart attack. When the nurse asked if she was a family member, she proudly replied, “No, I’m his LOVER!”

Many a good tune’s been played on an old fiddle.

There’s no biz-ness like so business.

Everything is relative – there is a 7 year age difference!

Two salesmen were writing up their orders when the conversation came around to last night’s big date. “So, how’d it go, Harry?” asked Gil.

“Terrible,” admitted Harry. “The moment we got back to her place the phone started ringing. There must have been fifteen calls from guys wanting to ask her out. It never stopped, and we never got started.”

Gil tried to comfort him. “It could have been worse, Harry. After all, an attractive young woman’s allowed to have her number in the phone book, now isn’t she?”

“Yeah, but not in the Yellow Pages.”