Three old women were sitting on a park bench, feeding the pigeons.
A young, disheveled man walked up to them, turned to the first woman and opened his trench coat. The woman had a stroke! He turned to the second woman, and she had a stroke! He then turned to the third woman, but she couldn’t reach.
A young, disheveled man walked up to them, turned to the first woman and opened his trench coat. The woman had a stroke! He turned to the second woman, and she had a stroke! He then turned to the third woman, but she couldn’t reach.