I was in Lowe’s the other day pushing my cart around and I collided with a young guy pushing his cart.
I said to the young guy, “Sorry about that. I’m looking for my wife and I guess I wasn’t paying much attention to where I was going.”
The young guy says, “That’s OK. What a coincidence. I’m looking for my wife, too. I can’t find her and I’m getting a little desperate.
I said, “Well, maybe we can help each other. What does your wife look like?”
The young guy says, “Well, she is 24 years old, tall, with blond hair, big blue eyes, long legs, big hooters, and she’s wearing tight white shorts, a halter top and no bra. What does your wife look like?”
I said, “Doesn’t matter — let’s look for yours.”
Most of us old guys are helpful like that.
