[pjolson]

A ninety-year-old man is sitting on a park bench, sobbing, when a young man
walks by and asks him what's wrong.

Through his tears the old man answers, "I'm just so in love with my
twenty-five-year-old wife."

"What's wrong with that?" asks the young man.

Between the sobs and sniffles, he answers, "You can't understand. Every
morning before she goes to work, she cooks me breakfast and kisses me and
tells me she loves me.

At lunchtime she comes home and embraces me warmly, and then she makes my favorite meal.

In the afternoon when she gets a break, she rushes home with ice cream, the
best an old man could want. And then after a gourmet supper, she gives me a
warm bath, and she cuddles up with me all night."

He breaks down, no longer able to speak.

The young man puts his arm around him. "Oh, I think I see. I bet you just
found out she's with you for your money?"

"No," the old man answers through his sobbing and tears, "I forgot where I
live."