Following The Overheard
Overheard at a gallery opening, Beverly Hills, from a slim little elderly woman with white hair in a French twist and wearing hot pink semi-skinny jeans and a fashionable bright print jacket:
"If only I could meet a rich 89-year-old. But men die...they all die..."
"But men die . . . they all die . . ."
Wait, isn't that the point? Marry an old rich guy who shortly after the wedding dies leaving all his money to you.
Charles at October 23, 2014 5:05 AM
Gee, I wonder why that happens...
Cousin Dave at October 23, 2014 6:32 AM
> Gee, I wonder why that happens...
Now just what are you trying to suggest, Cuz'?
Crid [CridComment at Gmail] at October 23, 2014 11:31 AM
My middle daughter tells her friends she intends to marry an old, rich guy. They're aghast when they hear it. Taking a page out of A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, I told her to marry a Naval officer, especially one assigned to a submarine. Good money, and a long stretches away from home.
I wanted to send her to St. John's College in Annapolis to facilitate the plan, but that school's said to be harder than hell, and costs damn near $50 thousand per year.
Old RPM Daddy (OldRPMDaddy at GMail dot com) at October 23, 2014 12:12 PM
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