Three grandmothers were discussing the travails of getting older.
One said, 'Sometimes I catch myself with a jar of mayonnaise in my hand in front of the refrigerator, and can’t remember whether I need to put it away, or start making a sandwich.'
The second lady chimed in, 'Yes, sometimes I find myself on the landing of the stairs and can’t remember whether I was on my way up, or on my way down.'
The third one responded, 'Well, I’m glad I don’t have that problem; knock on wood,' as she rapped her knuckles on the table, then she told them, 'That must be the door. I’ll get it.'
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