Two coworkers were catching up after the weekend when one of them looked a little worse for wear.
“What happened to you?” his friend asked. “You look like you got run over by a truck.”
“I forgot my wedding anniversary,” the man groaned. “Angie made me sleep on the couch.”
His friend nodded. “You know, there’s an easy way to make sure you never forget again.”
The man sat up, interested. “Oh yeah? What is it?”
“Forget it once.”
Susan and Karen were at the gym, barely pedaling their stationary bikes as they chatted.
“Staying healthy used to be so easy,” Susan said. “Eat some veggies, go for a walk. Now it’s all keto this, intermittent fasting that. It’s exhausting!”
Karen rolled her eyes. “Tell me about it. I tried somatic yoga last week. Spent the whole time twisted like a pretzel. Still no idea what it was supposed to help with.”
Susan laughed. “Exactly! What happened to simple advice, like ‘an apple a day keeps the doctor away’?”
Karen smirked. “Probably stopped working when doctors learned to duck.”
A man sighed heavily over lunch, prompting his friend to ask, “What’s wrong?”
“I’m in the doghouse.”
“What happened this time?”
“Well,” the man admitted, “I gave my wife a ‘Get Well Soon’ card.”
His friend frowned. “Wait… is she sick?”
“No,” he sighed. “I just thought she could, you know… improve.”
Bill was venting to his friend.
“My wife never stops nagging me about forgetting things. ‘Did you take out the trash? Did you pay the bills? Did you pick up milk?’ She says I’d forget my own head if it wasn’t attached.”
Suddenly, Bill smacked his forehead.
“What’s wrong?” his friend asked.
“I forgot to go to the gym… again.”
His friend chuckled. “How many times have you skipped?”
Bill scratched his head. “Uh… five years.”
