Martha and Elsie had lived in the same Senior retirement home for 15 years.
One morning they met at the elevator on the way to breakfast.
Elsie: Martha you are not going to believe what I am going to tell you.
Martha: What? did somebody die?
Elsie: No, I was out walking my dog at 5 o’clock this morning and I bumped into that new fellow coming out of Marie Smiths room, carrying his shoes.
Martha: Oh, my heavens. What did you do?
Elsie: ( Leaning over and whispering into Marthas’ ear) I gave him my room number.
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