I saw an old man sitting on a park bench. He was crying. I asked him what was wrong.
He said, “I’m 80 years old. I’m rich beyond my wildest dreams. I own every expensive toy you can think of. And I’m married to a hot 23-year-old who not only gives me the greatest sex ever, but cooks like a master chef, and keeps my house spotless!”
“So what’s the problem?” I asked.
He said, “I can’t remember where I live!”