 Italian golfer
An 80-year-old Italian goes to the
doctor for a check-up. The doctor is
amazed at what good shape the guy
is in and asks, "How do you stay in
such great physical condition?"
I'm Italian and I am a golfer," says
the old guy, "and that's why I'm in
such good shape. I'm up well before
daylight and out golfing up and down
the fairways. I have a glass of vino,
and all is well."
"Well," says the doctor, "I'm sure that
helps, but there's got to be more to it.
How old was your Dad when he died?"
"Who said my Dad's dead?"
The doctor is amazed. "You mean you're
80 years old and your Dad's still alive.
How old is he?"
"He's 100 years old," says the old Italian
golfer. "In fact he golfed with me this
morning, and then we went to the topless
beach for a walk and had a little vino and that's why he's still alive.
He's Italian and he's a golfer, too."
"Well," the doctor says, "that's great, but
I'm sure there's more to it than that. How
about your Dad's Dad? How old was he
when he died?"
"Who said my grandpa's dead?"
Stunned, the doctor asks, "You mean you're
80 years old and your grandfather's still
living! Incredible, how old is he?"
"He's 118 years old," says the old Italian golfer.
The doc tor is getting frustrated at this point,
"So, I guess he went golfing with you this
morning too?"
"No. Grandpa couldn't go this morning
because he's getting married today."
At this point the doctor is close to losing it.
"Getting married!! Why would a 118 year-
old guy want to get married?"
"Who said he wanted to?"
__________________ The pessimist complains about the wind;
the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails.
William Arthur Ward |