ÒDoctor,Ó said the old gentleman as he entered the physicianÕs office, ÒIÕve got to have a blood test. IÕm going to get married.Ó
The doctor eyed him admiringly. ÒMarried?Ó he asked. ÒHow old are you anyway?Ó
ÒIÕm 78.Ó
ÒAnd the bride?Ó
ÒOh, sheÕs only 22.Ó
Ò22?Ó cried the doctor. ÒWhy, that kind of disparity could be fatal!Ó
ÒWell,Ó shrugged the old man philosophically. Òif she dies, she dies!Ó