No one believes us seniors . . . everyone thinks we are senile.
My wife and I were celebrating their forty-second anniversary. We had married as childhood sweethearts and had moved back to our old neighborhood after we retired.
Holding hands, we walked back to our old school. It was not locked, so we entered, and found the old desk we had shared, where I had carved "I love you, Ellen ."
On our way back home, a bag of money fell out of an armored car, practically landing at our feet. Ellen quickly picked it up and, not sure what to do with it, we took it home. There, she counted the money -fifty thousand dollars!
I said, "We've got to give it back."
Ellen said, "Finders keepers." She put the money back in the bag and hid it in our attic.
The next day, two police officers were canvassing the neighborhood looking for the money, and knocked on our door. "Pardon me, did either of you find a bag that fell out of an armored car yesterday?"
Ellen said, "No".
I said, "She's lying. She hid it up in the attic.
Ellen said, "Don't believe him, he's getting senile"
The agents turned to me and began to question me. One said: "Tell us the story from the beginning."
I said, "Well, when Ellen and I were walking home from school yesterday ......"
The first police officer turned to his partner and said, "We're outta here!"