An elderly man walked into a bar one evening and noticed his old friend sitting alone at a table, tears running down his face.
Concerned, he walked over and pulled up a chair.
“Hey, what’s wrong with you?” he asked. “You look like the world just ended. How’s life treating you these days?”
His friend wiped his eyes, sniffed, and surprisingly said, “Wonderful!”
The elderly man blinked in confusion. “Wonderful? You’re sitting here crying like someone stole your dog.”
His friend took a deep breath and said proudly, “Well… I just got married!”
“Oh really?” the man said, smiling. “That’s great news! Congratulations!”
His friend nodded and continued, “Yes, and not just to anyone… I married the most beautiful, desirable woman a man could ever lay his eyes on.”
“Really?” the elderly man said, impressed. “Young, pretty, charming… the whole package?”
“Exactly!” his friend replied. “She’s gorgeous, smart, cooks like a chef, and treats me like a king.”
The elderly man leaned back in his chair. “Then I’m even more confused. If life is so perfect, why are you sitting here crying into your drink?”
His friend sighed deeply and wiped another tear.
“Because,” he said sadly, “I can’t remember where I live.”
The elderly man stared at him for a moment.
“You mean… you forgot your address?”
His friend nodded miserably.
“Yep.”
The elderly man scratched his head and asked, “So… why don’t you just call your wife and ask her where home is?”
The friend looked up slowly and whispered,
“Because if she finds out I forgot where the house is…”
“…she might remember she married me.” 😄