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Clean joke of the day
Cinorjer
Veteran
An old couple decided to get out of the house more, and found out the senior center was hosting a series of classes on improving memory. Tired of trying to remember where he parked the car, the old man talked his wife into attending it with him.
Several weeks later, he was telling a friend how great the course was, and how the woman who taught it was giving him all sorts of tricks to help his faltering memory.
"It's all about association," he explained. "I associate things I want to remember with objects that remind me of them. Go on, ask me something and I'll demonstrate."
"OK, his friend said. "What's the name of the class instructor?"
"All right," the old man said, "I actually know how to get that answer. I need the name of a busy woman I met recently who talks a lot. Now, when I think of women I meet, I think of giving them flowers. So I picture flowers."
"So her name is Rose or Daisy or something like that?" the man asked.
"No, I'm not finished," he replied. "The talking reminds me of buzzing, like some sort of insect."
"So her name is something like Bea or Beatrice?" the friend asked.
"Nope, not there yet," the old man said. "I almost have it. Being a busy woman brings to mind a busy bee doing her job."
"Doing her job...you mean like making honey?"
"That's it!" the old man exclaimed. He turned to his wife. "Honey, can you tell us the name of the woman who taught that class?"
Several weeks later, he was telling a friend how great the course was, and how the woman who taught it was giving him all sorts of tricks to help his faltering memory.
"It's all about association," he explained. "I associate things I want to remember with objects that remind me of them. Go on, ask me something and I'll demonstrate."
"OK, his friend said. "What's the name of the class instructor?"
"All right," the old man said, "I actually know how to get that answer. I need the name of a busy woman I met recently who talks a lot. Now, when I think of women I meet, I think of giving them flowers. So I picture flowers."
"So her name is Rose or Daisy or something like that?" the man asked.
"No, I'm not finished," he replied. "The talking reminds me of buzzing, like some sort of insect."
"So her name is something like Bea or Beatrice?" the friend asked.
"Nope, not there yet," the old man said. "I almost have it. Being a busy woman brings to mind a busy bee doing her job."
"Doing her job...you mean like making honey?"
"That's it!" the old man exclaimed. He turned to his wife. "Honey, can you tell us the name of the woman who taught that class?"
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