A woman offers a brand-new car for sale for a price of ten dollars.
A man answers the ad, but he's slightly disbelieving. "What's the catch?" he inquires.
"No catch," the woman answers. "My husband died, and in his will he asked that the car be sold and the money go to his secretary."
Mr. Peterson, a tourist from Toronto, arrived in Barbados. In an airport taxi cab, Peterson asked the driver, "Say, is this really a healthful place?"
"It sure is," the cabby replied. "When I arrived here I couldn't say one word. I had hardly any hair on my head. I didn't have the strength to walk across a room, and I had to be lifted out of bed."
"That's wonderful!" said the tourist, "How long have you been here?"
"I was born here."
My husband and I purchased an old home in Northern New York State from two elderly sisters. Winter was fast approaching and I was concerned about the house's lack of insulation. "If they could live here all those years, so can we!" my husband confidently declared.
One January night the temperature plunged to below zero, and we woke up to find interior walls covered with frost. My husband called the sisters to ask how they had kept the house warm. After a rather brief conversation, he hung up.
"What did they say?" I asked.
"Well," he muttered, "for the past 30 years they've gone to Florida for the winter."