A balding, white haired man from Reading, walked into a jewellery store last Friday evening with a beautiful much younger lady at his side. He told the jeweller he was looking for a special ring for his girlfriend. The jeweller looked through his stock and brought out a £5,000 ring. The man said, ‘No, I’d like to see something a little more special.’ So the jeweller went to his special stock and brought another ring over. ‘Here’s a stunning ring at only £40,000 the jeweller said. The lady’s eyes sparkled and her whole body trembled with excitement. The old man seeing this said, ‘We’ll take it.’ The jeweller asked how payment would be made and the man stated, ‘By cheque. I know you need to make sure my cheque is good, so I’ll write it now and you can call the bank Monday to verify the funds and I’ll pick the ring up Monday afternoon.’ On Monday morning, the jeweller angrily phoned the old man and said, ‘There’s no money in that account.’ ‘I know,’ said the old man, ‘But let me tell you about MY GREAT WEEKEND!’ Not all old farts are senile.
