Stan and Lois, both in their eighties, were becoming more and more forgetful. On the advice of their doctor, they began carrying small notebooks and pencils with them so they could write down things they wanted to remember.
One evening while they were watching television, Stan got up from his chair.
Lois said, “Where are you going?”
Stan said, “To the kitchen for a glass of water.”
Lois said, “While you’re there, will you get me a bowl of ice cream?”
Stan said, “Sure.”
Lois said, “You’d better write it down so you won’t forget.”
Stan said, “I don’t need to write it down. You want a bowl of ice cream. I can remember that.”
Lois said, “Can you put some strawberries on top?”
Stan said, “Sure, I can do that.”
Lois said, “You’d better write it down so you won’t forget.”
Stan said, “I don’t need to write it down! Ice cream and strawberries. I can remember that.”
Lois said, “I want some whipped cream on it too. You’d better write it down. You’ll forget if you don’t write it down.”
Stan said, “I don’t need to write it down! Ice cream with strawberries and whipped cream! How hard is that to remember?”
Stan shuffled off to the kitchen, grumbling all the way. He was gone for about twenty minutes, and when he returned, he handed Lois a plate of bacon and eggs.
Lois looked at the plate, then looked at Stan and said, “Where’s my toast?”
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February 24, 2021Share this:
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