A cop was patrolling late at night in a well-known spot.
He sees a couple in a car, with the interior light brightly glowing.
The cop carefully approaches the car to get a closer look. Then he sees a young man behind the wheel, reading a computer magazine. He immediately notices a young woman in the rear seat, knitting.
Puzzled by this surprising situation, the cop walks to the car and gently raps on the driver’s window.
The young man lowers his window . “Uh, yes, officer?”
The cop says: “What are you doing?”]
The young man says: “Well, Officer, I’m reading a magazine.”
Pointing towards the young woman in the back seat the cop says: “And her, what is she doing?”
The young man shrugs: “Sir, I believe she’s knitting a pullover sweater.”
Now, the cop is totally confused. A young couple. Alone, in a car, at night in a Lover’s lane….and nothing is happening!
The cop asks: “What’s your age, young man?”
The young man says : “I’m 22, sir.”
The cop asks: “And her what’s her age?”
The young man looks at his watch and replies: ” She’ll be 18 in 11 minutes.”
An elderly couple, Harold and Edna, had been married for over 60 years.
They had shared everything, talked about everything, and kept no secrets from each other—except for one.
Edna had a shoebox in her closet, and she had told Harold never to open it or ask about it. For decades, he respected her wishes, never giving the box a second thought.
One day, Edna fell gravely ill, and the doctor told Harold she didn’t have much time left. With a heavy heart, Harold sat beside his wife and said, “Edna, I love you. We’ve been through everything together. Before you go, can I finally know what’s inside that shoebox?”
Edna smiled weakly and nodded. “Go ahead and open it, dear.”
Harold opened the box and was astonished to find two crocheted dolls and a stack of money totaling $95,000!
Confused, he asked, “Edna, what is this?”
She took his hand and explained, “Before we got married, my grandmother gave me some advice. She told me that every time I got angry with you, instead of arguing, I should crochet a doll.”
Harold’s eyes welled up with tears. After all these years together, there were only two dolls in the box! “Edna,” he said, overcome with emotion, “that means you’ve only been mad at me twice in 60 years?”
She nodded with a sweet smile.
Harold beamed. “That’s amazing, my love. But… what about all this money?”
“Oh,” Edna said, patting his hand. “That’s from selling all the other dolls.”
