As the hostess at the casino
buffet showed me to my table, I asked her to keep an eye out for my
husband, who would be joining me
momentarily. I started to describe him: "He has gray hair, wears glasses, has a potbelly ..."
She stopped me there. "Honey," she said, "today is senior day. They all look like that."
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The Unordinary Joke Book
RandomAre you sitting on an airport bench? Or a cafe chair? Or on someone? Are you wearing a disguise to hide your identity because the authorities worldwide are trying to find you since you're involved in a major drug cartel? Are you procrastinating home...
