I went to get my biannual checkup with my primary care doctor a while back. After the exam the doctor said he was somewhat amazed at how good of shape I was in for a 70-year-old man. “How do you stay in such good shape?” he asked.
“We heat with wood. I get up before day light, chase up and down the mountain all day long, cutting, splitting and hauling wood,” I replied.
“That might help,” the doctor said, ” but there must be some genetic factors involved.” How old was your dad when he passed?” he continued.
“Who said he’s dead?” I replied.
“You’re 70 years old and your dad is still alive?” he asked. “How old is he?”
“Dad’s 100. In fact, he helped me gather wood the past couple of days,” I replied.
“What about your dad’s dad – how old was he when he passed away?” the doctor then asked.
“Who said he’s dead?” I came back at him.
“You’re 70 years old and your grandpa is still living? How old is he anyway?” the doctor asked.
“Grandpa’s 118,” I answered.
“I suppose you’re going to tell me that he also helped you gather wood the last 2 days,” the doctor said.
“Nope,” I answered, “he got married.”
“Got married?” he said while looking at me in amazement. “Why would a 118 year old guy want to get married?”
Without missing a beat I asked him, “Who said he wanted to?”
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