An elderly couple, George and Mabel, had been married for over 60 years.
They’d been through wars, recessions, disco, and dial-up internet together.
Still madly in love—but in that grumbly, sarcastic way only old folks can pull off.
One sunny afternoon, they were out for a walk in the park. George was using his trusty cane, and Mabel had her big straw hat with a flower that looked like it’d been alive in the 80s.
As they passed a strange, mossy tree, something shiny caught George’s eye. He bent down (very slowly) and picked up what looked like an old lamp.
George: “Look at this, Mabel! It’s one of those genie things. I saw it on TV once.”
Mabel: “You’re gonna hurt your back playing Aladdin, George. Put that dirty thing down.”
But George, being stubborn, rubbed it anyway.
POOF! A genie burst out, swirling in smoke and sparkles. The old couple jumped back—George nearly fell, and Mabel swatted at the air with her handbag.
The genie stretched and yawned. “Whew! I’ve been in there since 1876. Okay, the rules are simple. I give each of you one wish. Only one. No funny business.”
George’s eyes lit up. “I wish… I wish we were on a tropical island with drinks in coconuts and no kids, no noise, no bills—just peace.”
POOF! Suddenly, they were on a beach. George was in a Hawaiian shirt two sizes too big, and Mabel had a flower in her hair, looking more confused than ever.
The genie turned to Mabel. “Your turn, dear.”
Mabel thought for a moment, then gave George a long side-eye.
Mabel: “I wish… that George were 30 years younger than me.”
George blinked. “Wait, wha—?”
POOF!
And just like that… George was a 98-year-old man.
Mabel cackled. “Finally! Now I can go dancing without you complaining about your knees!”
George sat in the sand, holding his cane and muttering, “This is why I never let her choose the movies.”
The genie disappeared, chuckling to himself, leaving behind two coconut drinks and one very salty old man.
An elderly couple, Harold and Edna, had been married for over 60 years.
An elderly couple, Harold and Edna, had been married for over 60 years.
They had shared everything, talked about everything, and kept no secrets from each other—except for one.
Edna had a shoebox in her closet, and she had told Harold never to open it or ask about it. For decades, he respected her wishes, never giving the box a second thought.
One day, Edna fell gravely ill, and the doctor told Harold she didn’t have much time left. With a heavy heart, Harold sat beside his wife and said, “Edna, I love you. We’ve been through everything together. Before you go, can I finally know what’s inside that shoebox?”
Edna smiled weakly and nodded. “Go ahead and open it, dear.”
Harold opened the box and was astonished to find two crocheted dolls and a stack of money totaling $95,000!
Confused, he asked, “Edna, what is this?”
She took his hand and explained, “Before we got married, my grandmother gave me some advice. She told me that every time I got angry with you, instead of arguing, I should crochet a doll.”
Harold’s eyes welled up with tears. After all these years together, there were only two dolls in the box! “Edna,” he said, overcome with emotion, “that means you’ve only been mad at me twice in 60 years?”
She nodded with a sweet smile.
Harold beamed. “That’s amazing, my love. But… what about all this money?”
“Oh,” Edna said, patting his hand. “That’s from selling all the other dolls.”
