When the guys got together for poker on Friday night, one of the regulars was missing.
“Where’s Frank?” asked Charlie.
“In the hospital,” said Joe. “He had another heart attack.”
“Not again!” said Harry.
“What happened?” asked Fred.
“Well,” said Joe, “you know how his doctor warned him to avoid strenuous activity, which meant no snow shoveling. So when we had all that snow yesterday, Frank didn’t know what to do. His wife can’t shovel ’cause she’s got a bad back, and Frank can’t shovel ’cause he’s got a bad heart, and they can’t afford a snowblower. Then that lazy good-for-nothing teenage son of theirs said, ‘Don’t worry, Dad — from now on I’ll do all the shoveling.’ Frank had a heart attack on the spot.”