Three Retirees and One Wild Story
Three retired gentlemen were sitting over coffee, trading tales of the most exciting moments in their lives.
The first, a retired sheriff, recalled the thrill—and terror—of a shootout with Bonnie and Clyde in his younger days. The others nodded in agreement.
The second, a retired fireman, described battling a massive blaze at the local university, complete with roaring flames, fire trucks from miles around, and students to rescue. Again, the others agreed that sounded exciting.
Finally, the third man, a retired undertaker, began his story: “One night I got a call from the Hilton to pick up a body. I got there, the sheet was over the fellow, and everything seemed normal—except there was a, well, a very noticeable bulge. I thought, ‘No way can I roll him through the lobby like that.’ So I grabbed an old broom and gave it a good whack to flatten things out.”
The fireman raised an eyebrow. “Not to be rude, but… how was that exciting?”
The undertaker shook his head and sighed. “Because, my friends… I was in the wrong room.”
