Jim was annoyed when his blonde wife told him that a car had backed
into her, damaging a fender, and that she hadn't gotten the license
number. "What kind of car was he driving?" he asked.
"I don't know," she said. "I never can tell one car from another."
At that, Jim decided the time had come for a learning course, and for
the next few days, whenever they were driving, he made her name
each car they passed until he was satisfied that she could recognize
It worked. About a week later she bounded in with a pleased
expression on her face. "Darling," she said. "I hit a Buick!"
You don't stop laughing because you grow old, you grow old because you stopped laughing.