A couple was celebrating their golden wedding
anniversary.
Their domestic tranquillity had long been the talk of the
town. A local newspaper reporter was inquiring as to the
secret of their long and happy marriage.
"Well, it dates back to our honeymoon," explained the
lady. "We visited the Grand Canyon and took a trip down to
the bottom of the canyon by pack mule. We hadn't gone too
far when my husband's mule
stumbled.
"My husband quietly said 'That's once.' We proceeded a
little farther when the mule stumbled again. Once more my
husband quietly said, 'That's twice.' We hadn't gone a
half-mile when the mule stumbled a third time.
My husband promptly removed a revolver from his pocket and
shot him.
I started to protest over his treatment of the mule when
he looked at me and quietly said 'That's once.'"
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