My Mom, Grandma, and Aunt Barbara were discussing
the travails of getting older. Grandma 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.”
Aunt Barbara 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.”
Mom then 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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