Getting old in Arizona 2

Two elderly people living in Apache Junction, he was a widower and she a widow, had known each other for a number of years. One evening there was a community supper in the big arena in the Clubhouse.

The two were at the same table, across from one another. As the meal went on, he took a few admiring glances at her and finally gathered the courage to ask her, ‘Will you marry me?’
After about six seconds of ‘careful consideration,’ she answered ‘Yes. Yes, I will!’

The meal ended and, with a few more pleasant exchanges, they went to their respective places. Next morning, he was troubled. ‘Did she say ‘yes’ or did she say ‘no’?’

He couldn’t remember. Try as he might, he just could not recall. Not even a faint memory. With trepidation, he went to the telephone and called her. First, he explained that he didn’t remember as well as he used to. Then he reviewed the lovely evening past.. As he gained a little more courage, he inquired, ‘When I asked if you would marry me, did you say ‘ Yes’ or did you say ‘No’?’
He was delighted to hear her say, ‘Why, I said, ‘yes, yes I will’ and I meant it with all my heart.’ Then she continued, ‘And I am so glad that you called, because I couldn’t remember who had asked me.’

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A man was telling his neighbour in Mesa , ‘I just bought a new hearing aid. It cost me four thousand dollars, but it is state of the art. It’s perfect.’
‘Really,’ answered the neighbour. ‘What kind is it?’
‘Twelve thirty.’

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A little old man shuffled slowly into the ‘Orange Dipper’, an ice cream parlour in Gilbert, and pulled himself slowly, painfully, up onto a stool.
After catching his breath he ordered a banana split.
The waitress asked kindly, ‘Crushed nuts?’
‘No,’ he replied, ‘haemorrhoids’.