I was observing two men that were working for the public works department. One would dig a hole and the other would follow behind him and fill the hole in. After a while I had to ask, "Why do you dig a hole, only to have your partner follow behind and fill it up again?" The hole digger wiped his brow and sighed, "Well, I suppose it probably looks odd because we're normally a three-person team. But today the lad who plants the trees called in sick."

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9/21/24 My 72 year-old DH, aka Prince Charming (truly),went to the grocery store this morning to pick up a few things I needed for dinner tonight. He got in line at quick check (limit 15 items) and waited for his turn. An older woman, DH guessed at least 80, told him he was in the wrong line because he had 18 items in his cart. He said, "No Mam, I have 14 items." She said she counted 18. He told her she was mistaken. She just wouldn't let it go. An employee heard her ranting and asked if there was a problem. She told him. The man counted the items and told her there were only 14 items in the cart. She didn't believe him, so she counted again. She still said she counted 18. He apologized but said there was nothing he could do. She only had 4 items in her cart. DH told her if it bothered her so much, he would happily let her in front of him, but he wouldn't go to another checkout. The employee told her she should take the offer and quit ranting or he would have to remove her from the store. She quickly moved in front of DH and made sure to bang his cart several times. The woman (close to his age) who now moved to the spot behind DH told him he was a good man. He said, "No, I'm not. My wife says I'm Prince Charming." That's my laugh for the day.

How do you know your clock is still hungry? . . . . . It goes back four seconds.