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There once was a little old lady who visited the grocery store once a week like clockwork. She always bought a loaf of bread, a wedge of cheese, a head of lettuce, and a large bag of dog food. A clerk there became accustomed to seeing her every week with her unvarying purchases, and one day struck up a conversation.
“That must be quite a large dog you’ve got,” he said, “if you buy a big bag of dog food like that every week.”
“Oh my no,” said the little old lady. “I don’t have a dog! This is for my husband.”
Aghast, the clerk said “Lady, I don’t mean to tell you your business, but you can’t feed your husband dog food, it’ll make him sick!”
“Oh, I don’t think so,” she replied. “He absolutely adores it. Been eating it for years. Good afternoon!”
The clerk shook his head and went about his work. Every week he saw her, and every week it was the same thing. A loaf of bread, a wedge of cheese, a head of lettuce… and a large bag of dog food. Then one day the little old lady came in, dressed in black. She looked very sad. And when she came to the cashier, no dog food. Just the bread, cheese, and lettuce.
The clerk was afraid to ask, but he felt he had to: “No dog food? Is… is your husband alright?”
“No, I’m afraid he isn’t,” the little old lady said, weeping. “He died!”
“Lady, I’m really sorry, and I don’t mean to say I-told-you-so, but I told you that dog food was going to make him sick!”
“Oh no, no, it wasn’t that at all! He was on the couch licking his balls and he fell and broke his neck.”