When I went to lunch today, I noticed an old man sitting on a park bench sobbing his eyes out. I stopped and asked him what was wrong. He told me,

“I have a 22 years old wife at home. She rubs my back every morning and then gets up and makes me pancakes, sausage, fresh fruit, and freshly ground coffee.”

I continued, “Well, then why are you crying?”

He added, “She makes me homemade soup for lunch and my favorite biscuits, cleans the house, and then watches sports TV with me for the rest of the afternoon.”

I said, “Well, why are you crying?”

He said, “For dinner, she makes me a gourmet meal with wine and my favorite dessert and then we cuddle until the small hours.”

I inquired, “Well then, why in the world would you be crying?”

He replied, “I can’t remember where I live.”