…om man talar om ålder….

Har du någonsin sett en person i din egen ålder och tänkt: – Jag är
glad att jag inte ser så gammal ut!

Jag heter Berit. Jag satt i väntrummet hos min nya tandläkare och
läste ett diplom på väggen och upptäckte hans namn. Plötsligt
kom jag ihåg en lång, elegant mörkhårig kille med samma namn, som
gick i samma klass som mig, för ungefär 30 år sedan.
Kan han vara samma kille som jag hade varit lite förälskad i på den tiden?
När jag sen fick se honom skakade jag snabbt av mig tanken. Denna
halvskalliga, grå mannen med rynkigt ansikte var alldeles för gammal
för att ha varit min klasskamrat.

När han hade undersökt mina tänder tog nyfikenheten över och jag
frågade om han hade gått på Enskede gymnasieskola.
– Ja, det gjorde jag, svarade han.

– När gick du ut då, frågade jag?

– Jag var i avgångsklassen 1978, sa han.

– Du gick i min klass då! Jag log..

Han såg närmare på mig.
Sen sade denna fula, gamla, halvskalliga, ohövliga, fete och elake man:

– VAD UNDERVISADE DU I DÅ?

ett bidrag av Yvonne

En minnesvärd golfhistoria…

Arthur is a 90 years old active golfer.

He’s played golf every day since his retirement 25 years ago.  One day he arrives home looking downcast.

”That’s it,”  he tells his wife. ”I’m giving up golf. My eyesight has got
so bad. Once I’ve hit the ball, I can’t see where it went.”

His wife sympathizes. As they sit down, she has a suggestion: ”Why don’t you take my brother with you, and give it one more try.”

”That’s no good,” sighs Arthur. ”Your brother is a hundred and three. He can’t help.”

”He may be a hundred and three,” says the wife, ”but his eyesight is
perfect.” So the next day, Arthur heads off to the golf course with his brother-in-law.

He tees up, takes an almighty swing, and squints down the fairway.

He turns to the brother-in-law. ”Did you see the ball?”

”Of course I did!”, says the brother-in-law. ”I have perfect eyesight.”

”Where did it go?” asks Arthur.

”Can’t remember.”

Avec Salut de golfer Paul swinging in Provence

In a minute ¤¤¤

Smith climbs to the top of Mt. Sinai to get close enough to talk to God.

Looking up, he asks the Lord. . . ”God, what does a million years mean to you?”

The Lord replies, ”A minute.”

Smith asks, ”And what does a million dollars mean to you?”

The Lord replies, ”A penny.”

Smith asks,” Can I have a penny?”

The Lord replies, ”In a minute”

The travelagent ¤¤¤

A travel agent looked up from his desk to see an older lady and an older gentleman peering in the shop window at the posters showing the glamorous destinations around the world.

The agent had had a good week and the dejected couple looking in the window gave him a rare feeling of generosity. He called them into his shop and said, ”I know that on your pension you could never hope to have a holiday, so I am sending you off to a fabulous resort at my expense, and I won’t take no for an answer.”

He took them inside and asked his secretary to write two flight tickets and book a room in a five star hotel. They, as can be expected, gladly accepted, and were on their way.

About a month later the little lady came in to his shop.

”And how did you like your holiday?” he asked eagerly.

”The flight was exciting and the room was lovely,” she said.

”I’ve come to thank you. But, one thing puzzled me.

Who was that old guy I had to share the room with?”