An Interview With An 80-year-old Woman
The local news station was interviewing an 80-year-old lady because she had just gotten married -- for the 4th time.
The interviewer asked her questions about her life, about what it felt like to be marrying again at 80, and then about her new husband's occupation.
'He's a funeral director,' she answered.
'Interesting,' the newsman thought He then asked her if she wouldn't mind telling him a little about her first 3 husbands and what they did for a living.
She paused for a few moments, needing time to reflect on all those years. After a short time, a smile came to her face and she answered proudly, explaining that she'd first married a banker when she was in her early 20s, then a circus ringmaster when in her 40s, later on a preacher when in her 60s, and now in her 80s, a funeral director.
The interviewer looked at her, quite astonished, and asked why she had married 4 men with such diverse careers.
She smiled and explained, 'I married 1 for the money, 2 for the show, 3 to get ready, and 4 to go.'
When You Are Retired
> Working people frequently ask retired people
> what they do to make their days interesting.
> Well, for example, the other day I went downtown and into a shop. I was
> only there for about 5
> minutes, and when I
> came out, there was a cop writing out a parking ticket. I said to him,
> "Come on, man, how about giving a retired person a break?" He ignored me
> and continued
> writing the ticket. I called him a Nazi. He glared at me and wrote
> another ticket for having
> worn tires. So I called him a doughnut eating Gestapo. He finished the
> second ticket and
> put it on the windshield with the first. Then he wrote a third ticket.
> This went on for about
> 20 minutes. The more I abused him the more tickets he wrote.
> Personally, I didn't care. I came downtown on the bus, and the car that
> he
> was putting the tickets on had a bumper sticker that said, 'Obama in 08'.
> I try to have a little fun each day now
> that I'm retired. It's important to my health.
Sorry, my dad has been loading my email with these. I just thought I would share.
Hummer & Clyde ( West Virginia mechanical engineers) were standing at the base of a flagpole, looking up.
A woman walked by and asked what they were doing.
'We're supposed to find the height of the flagpole,' said Clyde ,¢ but we don't have a ladder.'
The woman took a wrench from her purse, loosened a few bolts, and laid the pole down. Then she took a tape measure from her pocket, took a measurement, announced, 'Eighteen feet, six inches,¢ and walked away.
Clyde shook his head and laughed. 'Ain't that just like a woman! We ask for the height and she gives us the length!'
Clyde and Hummer are currently working for the government.