An elderly man stood at the door with a piece of cake in his hand. “My wife is
eighty-six today,” he said, “and she wants you to have a piece of her birthday
cake.” The cake was received gratefully, particularly because the man had walked
nearly half a mile to deliver it.
An hour later he was back. “Is anything the matter?” he was asked.
“Well,” he replied sheepishly. “Agatha sent me back to say she’s only eighty-
five.”
🙂
An elderly man stood at the door with a piece of cake in his hand. “My wife is
eighty-six today,” he said, “and she wants you to have a piece of her birthday
cake.” The cake was received gratefully, particularly because the man had walked
nearly half a mile to deliver it.
An hour later he was back. “Is anything the matter?” he was asked.
“Well,” he replied sheepishly. “Agatha sent me back to say she’s only eighty-
five.”
🙂