31 Themed Dad Jokes for May

1. I told my grandma that spring vegetables keep you young. She started eating carrots daily—now she's seeing better days!
2. My 80-year-old neighbour planted too many flowers this spring. I guess you could say he's suffering from perennial overachievement.
3. Why did the senior gardener win the spring planting contest? Because she had years of ex-seed-ingly good experience!
4. My grandpa's spring diet consists solely of alphabet soup. He says he's trying to increase his word count.
5. What do you call a senior who loves springtime birdwatching? A wise old owl!
6. My grandmother started eating dandelion greens this spring. She says they make her feel less lawn-ly.
7. Why do older folks love spring picnics? Because they've been around long enough to know when it's thyme to relax!
8. My grandpa's spring garden is so impressive, the neighbours call him the elder-berry statesman.
9. What did the senior say when asked about spring cleaning? "At my age, just being awake is housework!"
10. My grandmother makes springtime smoothies with prunes. She calls them "nature's fast track."
11. Why did the senior yoga class move outdoors in spring? They wanted to be outstanding in their field!
12. My grandfather's favourite spring activity is mushroom hunting. He's a real fun-guy for his age!
13. What did the retired farmer say about spring planting? "These days, I grow mostly memories, and they don't need watering!"
14. My grandma's spring beauty tip: "Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have bloomed."
15. Why don't seniors mind April showers? Because they've weathered far worse storms!
16. My 90-year-old aunt started eating sunflower seeds this spring. She says she's planting happiness for her golden years.
17. What did the senior gardener say about her spring tomatoes? "They're late bloomers, just like me!"
18. My grandfather started drinking carrot juice every spring morning. He says it helps him see his way to retirement.
19. Why do seniors love spring walks? Because it's nice to go at your own pace after being cooped up all winter!
20. My grandmother planted mint in her spring garden. She says it makes cents to grow your own tea.
21. What's a senior's favourite spring flower? Forget-me-nots—though they can't remember why!
22. My grandfather says eating spring asparagus keeps him young. It certainly keeps him regular!
23. Why did the senior join the spring bird-feeding club? For the cheep therapy!
24. My grandmother's spring motto: "If life gives you rain, look for rainbows. If life gives you lemons, make sure they're not your medication."
25. What did the senior say about spring cleaning? "Dust is a protective coating for fine furniture!"
26. My grandfather started eating honey this spring. He says he's sweet enough already, but it helps with his bee-havior.
27. Why do seniors love spring salads? Because they've earned the right to enjoy the fruits of their labor!
28. My 85-year-old neighbour plants tulips every spring. She says they're easier to see than those tiny pansies!
29. What's a senior's favourite spring exercise? Jumping to conclusions!
30. My grandmother says eating fresh spring strawberries keeps her heart young. I think her heart was always berry special.
31. Why did the senior gardener talk to her spring plants? After all these years, she finally found listeners who don't interrupt!

April Showers Bring May Flowers and other Dad Jokes to pass the time

 

1. Why did the cloud apply for a job?
   Because it wanted to rain on everyone's parade... professionally!

2. What do you call a flower that grows after a thunderstorm?
   *A bloom with a boom!

3. I tried to plant a joke during April showers...
   But all I got was a puny stem and a lot of groans!

4. Why don’t flowers ever gossip?
   Because they don’t want to spread daisy rumors.

5. I asked my tulips how they liked the rain...
   They said, “We’re blooming with joy!”

6. Why was the umbrella so successful in April?
   Because it always made covered calls!

7. What do you call a polite rainstorm?
   Precipi-gentle.

8. Why do flowers always get invited to spring parties?
   Because they really know how to petal to the metal!

9. What did the raindrop say to the seed?
   “Hang tight, I’m about to shower you with potential!”

10. Why are spring flowers terrible at lying?
    *Because you can always see right through their stems!

11. Why did the Easter Bunny start a podcast?
    To hop on the latest trends!

12. What do you call a rabbit who tells jokes?
    A funny bunny with hare-larious timing!

13. Why was the Easter egg feeling down?
    Because it cracked under the pressure!

14. How does the Easter Bunny stay in shape?
    Egg-ercise and a hopping good diet!

15. Why don’t Easter eggs tell secrets?
    Because they might crack up!

16. What do you get if you cross the Easter Bunny with a computer?
    A hare-drive that always downloads candy!

17. Why was the bunny so good at business?
    Because he had a lot of egg-sperience!

18. What kind of stories does the Easter Bunny write?
    Egg-sistential ones with hopping plot twists!

19. Why did the Easter Bunny go to therapy?
    Too much eggs-istential dread around springtime.

20. What’s the Easter Bunny’s favorite type of music?
    Hip-hop, of course!

21. I told my calendar a joke for National Humor Month...
    Now it’s stuck on April Fool’s Day!

22. Why did the dad joke go to school?
    *It wanted to be a little more pun-ctual!

23. I tried to write a serious book this April...
    But every chapter kept turning into a punchline.

24. Why was the stand-up comedian such a great gardener?
    He had a natural talent for growing laughs!

25. What's a dad's favorite type of humor?
    Puns—because they’re groan-worthy, just like him!

26. I told a joke about construction...
    But I’m still working on the punchline!

27. How do you know if a joke is a dad joke?
    It becomes a-parent! (apparent)

28. Why did the chicken start doing improv?
    *To cross the road with no script!

29. What’s a skeleton’s favorite month?
    April—because humor tickles their funny bone!

30. I wanted to be a professional joke writer…
    *But I couldn't make a living pun!

They walk among us

 The following is from a Facebook post by Laugh Until The Tears Run Down your legs!! 

I was at the checkout of a local Walmart. The cashier rang up $46.64 charges. I gave her a fifty dollar bill. She gave me back $46.64. I gave the money back to her and told her that she had made a mistake in MY favor. She became indignant and informed me she was educated and knew what she was doing, and she returned the money again. I gave her the money back -- same scenario! I departed the store with the $46.64.

They Walk Among Us! .....

I walked into a Starbucks with a buy-one-get-one-free coupon for a Grande Latte. I handed it to the girl and she looked over at a little chalkboard that said 'buy one-get one free.' "They're already buy-one- get-one-free," she said, "so I guess they're both free." She handed me my free lattes, and I walked out the door.

They Walk Among Us! .....

One day I was walking down the beach with some friends,

when one of them shouted, "Look at that dead bird!"

Someone looked up at the sky and asked, "Where?"

They Walk Among Us! .....

While looking at a house, my brother asked the real estate agent which direction was north; because, he explained,

he didn't want the sun waking him up every morning. She asked, "Does the sun rise in the north?" When my brother explained that the sun rises in the East, and has for sometime; she shook her head and said, "Oh I don't keep up with all that stuff."

They Walk Among Us!! .....

I used to work in technical support for a 24/7 call center.

One day I got a call from an individual who asked what hours the call center was open. I told him, "The number you dialed is open 24 hours a day, 7 days a week."

He responded, "Is that Eastern or Pacific time?" Wanting to end the call quickly, I said, "Uh, Pacific."

They Walk Among Us! .....

My sister has a lifesaving tool in her car designed to cut through a seat belt if she gets trapped. She keeps it in the trunk.

They Walk Among Us! .....

My friends and I went out to buy beer and noticed that the cases were discounted 10%.

Since it was a big party, we bought two cases. The cashier multiplied two times 10% and gave us a 20% discount.

They Walk Among Us! .....

I couldn't find my luggage at the airport baggage area, so I went to the lost luggage office and told the woman there that my bags never showed up. She smiled and told me not to worry because she was a trained professional, and I was in good hands. "Now," she asked me, "has your plane arrived yet?" So I replied, "No Ma'am, The Pilot told us we're circling the airport, 3rd in line to land."

They Walk Among Us! .....

While working at a pizza place, I observed a man ordering a small pizza to go. He appeared to be alone, and the cook asked him if he would like it cut into four pieces or six. He thought about it for some time before responding.

"Just cut it into four pieces. I don't think I'm hungry enough to eat six pieces."

Yep, they walk among us.... bless their hearts

A look at ageing and relationships with humour

 My wife and I were watching TV, and a commercial came on for a wrinkle cream.

She said, "Do you think I should try that?"

I said, "Why? You're not the target demographic yet."

And that's when the fight started.

I told my wife, "You still look as beautiful as the day we met."

She smiled and said, "Aww, that’s so sweet!"

Then I added, "Except now, your beauty comes with more character lines."

And that's when the fight started.

We were at the doctor’s office for our annual checkup, and the doctor asked if I was staying active.

I said, "Does chasing after my wife when she can’t remember where her keys are count?"

And that’s when the fight started.

I was flipping through our wedding album when my wife sat next to me.

She said, "Do you think I’ve changed much since then?"

I replied, "Not at all! The photo just needs better lighting now."

And that’s when the fight started.

My wife was doing yoga in the living room, and I said, "Wow, you’re really flexible for your age!"

She smiled and said, "Thanks!"

I added, "Yeah, your joints make all kinds of interesting sounds now."

And that's when the fight started.

I asked my wife what she wanted for her birthday.

She said, "Something that’ll make me feel young again."

So I handed her a coloring book and crayons.

And that’s when the fight started.

My wife told me she read an article that said a positive attitude can help you age gracefully.

I said, "Great! You’re already aging; now you just need the grace part."

And that’s when the fight started.

We were grocery shopping, and I grabbed a pack of energy drinks.

My wife said, "Don’t you think you’re a little old for those?"

I replied, "Well, I’d grab the prune juice, but you already put it in the cart."

And that's when the fight started.

I was reading the newspaper when my wife asked, "What does the horoscope say to me?"

I said, "It says you should stop asking me questions while I’m trying to read."

And that’s when the fight started.

My wife said, "Let’s make a bucket list for our golden years."

I said, "Sure, as long as it includes sitting quietly and not spending money."

And that’s when the fight started.

A bevy of very old jokes for recycling in 2025

My wife asked me to take her to one of those fancy places where they serve small portions of food on big plates.

So I took her to a hardware store.

And that's when the fight started.

I was in the kitchen when my wife asked, "What's for dinner?"

I replied, "Whatever you're making smells amazing!"

She wasn't cooking.

And that's when the fight started.

My wife was putting on makeup, and I asked, "Why do you wear so much makeup? You look great without it."

She smiled and said, "Really? That’s sweet!"

Then I added, "But with it, you look amazing on Zoom calls."

And that's when the fight started.

My wife was struggling to open a jar, so she handed it to me.

After I opened it easily, I said, "Looks like you loosened it for me."

She replied, "At least I loosened it, unlike your sense of humour."

And that's when the fight started.

I asked my wife, "Honey, where do you want to go for our anniversary this year?"

She said, "Somewhere I've never been before."

I said, "How about the kitchen?"

And that's when the fight started

My wife and I were watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire while we were in bed.

I turned to her and said, 'Do you want to have Sex?'

'No,' she answered.

I then said, 'Is that your final answer?'

... She didn't even look at me this time, simply saying, 'Yes..'

So I said, "Then I'd like to phone a friend."

And that's when the fight started...

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I took my wife to a restaurant.

The waiter, for some reason, took my order first.

"I'll have the rump steak, rare, please."

He said, "Aren't you worried about the mad cow?"

"Nah, she can order for herself."

And that's when the fight started.....

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My wife and I were sitting at a table at her high school

reunion, and she kept staring at a drunken man swigging his

drink as he sat alone at a nearby table.

I asked her, "Do you know him?"

"Yes", she sighed,

"He's my old boyfriend. I understand he took to drinking

right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear he

hasn't been sober since."

"My God!" I said, "Who would think a person could go on

celebrating that long?"

And then the fight started...

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When our lawn mower broke and wouldn't run, my wife kept hinting to me that I should get it fixed.

But, somehow I always had something else to take care of first, the shed, the boat,

making beer.. Always something more important to me.

Finally she thought of a clever way to make her point.

When I arrived home one day, I found her seated in the tall grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing

scissors. I watched silently for a short time and then went into

the house. I was gone only a minute, and when I came out again

I handed her a toothbrush.

I said, "When you finish cutting the

grass, you might as well sweep the driveway."

The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp.

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My wife sat down next to me as I was flipping channels.

She asked, "What's on TV?"

I said, "Dust."

And then the fight started...

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Saturday morning I got up early, quietly dressed, made my lunch, and slipped quietly into the garage. I hooked up the

boat up to the van and proceeded to back out into a torrential

downpour. The wind was blowing 50 mph, so I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that the weather

would be bad all day.

I went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back into bed. I cuddled up to my wife's back;

now with a different anticipation,

and whispered, "The weather out there is terrible."

My loving wife of 5 years replied, "And, can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that?"

And that's how the fight started...

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My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming anniversary.

She said, "I want something shiny that goes from 0 to 150 in about 3 seconds."

I bought her a bathroom scale.

And then the fight started......

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After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply

for Social Security. The woman behind the counter asked me

for my driver's License to verify my age. I looked in my pockets

and realized I had left my wallet at home. I told the woman that

I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and come back later.

The woman said, 'Unbutton your shirt'.

So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair.

She said, 'That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me' and she processed my Social Security application.

When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the Social Security office.

She said, 'You should have dropped

your pants. You might have gotten disability too.'

And then the fight started...

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My wife was standing nude, looking in the bedroom mirror.

She was not happy with what she saw and said to me,

"I feel horrible; I look old, fat and ugly. I really need you

to pay me a compliment.'

I replied, "Your eyesight's damn near perfect."

And then the fight started........

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I rear-ended a car this morning...the start of a REALLY bad day!

The driver got out of the other car, and he was a DWARF!!

He looked up at me and said 'I am NOT Happy!'

So I said, 'Well, which one ARE you then?'

That's how the fight started.

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One year, I decided to buy my mother-in-law a cemetery plot

as a Christmas gift...

The next year, I didn't buy her a gift.

When she asked me why, I replied,

"Well, you still haven't used the gift I bought you last year!"

And that's how the fight started.

Seniors in 1925 vs. 2025: The "Good Old Days" Revisited

 We are in the middle of the 20s an era that in 1900 was seen in retrospect as the good old days, a time of jazz, flapper dresses, and, for seniors, what could generously be described as a simpler life. But was it really simpler, or just harder with fewer options? My friends and I were talking about how life might have been in the Roaring 20s for seniors. So, I did some research (very little) so let's take a friendly stroll down memory lane to see how life for those over 65 in 1925 stacks up against their counterparts in 2025. Spoiler alert: nostalgia may not hold up to scrutiny!

In 1925, healthcare for seniors was a mixed bag of hope and horseradish. Medical advances like insulin had just been discovered, but antibiotics? Not until 1940. If you were unwell, you might rely on a local doctor whose toolkit included little more than a stethoscope, a few tinctures, and a cheerful bedside manner. Surgery was often more dangerous than the ailment it aimed to cure, and if your condition lingered, it was common to hear, "Well, Grandma’s got the vapours again!"

By 2025, healthcare has entered the Jetsons era. Seniors receive help from routine checkups via telehealth, advanced diagnostic tools, and medications for almost every ailment. While the waiting rooms might still be filled with Muzak and outdated magazines, at least you’re waiting for effective treatments instead of dubious elixirs. Sure, deciphering a health insurance policy may feel like solving a Rubik’s Cube, but it beats trusting your well-being to snake oil.

Housing in 1925 was straightforward: most seniors lived with extended family; in the same house they’d occupied for decades. There were no retirement communities, and the concept of "aging in place" didn’t need a name, it was simply the reality. The heating might come from a coal stove, and your best "smart home" feature was a grandchild fetching your slippers.

Fast forward to 2025, and seniors can choose between downsizing, assisted living, or staying at home with the help of gadgets like smart thermostats, voice-activated assistants, and even robotic vacuum cleaners that have better social skills than some of their old neighbors. Of course, housing costs are higher now, but at least you’re not chasing squirrels out of the attic (unless you miss that sort of thing).

In 1925, the idea of "retirement" was more myth than reality. Pensions were rare, Social Security didn’t exist yet (it was introduced in 1935), and most seniors worked as long as they could physically manage. If you couldn’t work, you relied on family or charity. Your golden years? More like tarnished bronze.

By 2025, retirement is more nuanced. Many seniors enjoy a mix of leisure and part-time work—not because they have to (though some do) but because they want to. The internet offers opportunities for consulting, remote work, or selling crafts on Etsy. And while you might grumble about inflation nibbling at your savings, at least you’re not trudging to the factory at 70.

Retirement in 1925 often meant sitting on the porch and watching the world go by if you could afford it. Vacations were for the wealthy, and hobbies were practical: knitting, gardening, or whittling. For many, retirement simply wasn’t in the cards.

In 2025, retirement is a vibrant phase of life. Seniors take cruises, learn new languages, volunteer, and even start new businesses. Sure, technology can be frustrating (“Why does my phone keep talking to me?”), but it also opens doors to global adventures and connections that the seniors of 1925 couldn’t dream of.

In 1925, seniors often lived with their adult children, whether they liked it or not. This arrangement had its perks, grandkids underfoot and home-cooked meals—but privacy was nonexistent. Heated family debates might occur over dinner instead of text, which may or may not have been an improvement.

By 2025, families are more spread out, and visits might involve planes and Zoom calls rather than a walk down the hall. While some seniors lament the loss of constant contact, others appreciate the independence and quiet. And let’s be honest, avoiding the occasional family drama isn’t the worst thing in the world.

While life in 1925 had its charms, community ties, simpler times, and less email seniors in 2025 enjoy freedoms and opportunities unimaginable a century ago. From modern medicine to accessible hobbies and greater financial security, the past may have been "good," but the present is undeniably better.

So, the next time someone sighs wistfully about the "good old days," remind them that, in 1925, "Alexa, what’s the weather?" would have gotten you strange looks, and dental care often involved pliers. The good news? We’re living in the good days now, and they’re only getting better.

Grammar and humour

 There are some jokes that play on various grammatical and literary concepts, that have been circulating on social media, here is my take on some more.

·   An Interjection bursts into a bar, exclaiming, "What a night!"

·   A Split Infinitive walks into a bar, boldly going where no one has gone before.

·   A Split Infinitive boldly walks into a bar.

·   An Ellipsis walks into a bar... and then just trails off.

·   An Ellipsis walks into a bar… and just keeps going.

·   A Double Negative walks into a bar and orders a drink, saying, "I don't not want a beer."

·   An Onomatopoeia walks into a bar with a bang, a crash, and a boom.

·   An Onomatopoeia crashes into a bar, BOOM!

·   A Personification strolls into a bar, and the door greets it with a smile.

·   An Alliteration walks into a bar, asking for a pint of perfect pilsner.

·   A Hypercorrection walks into a bar and corrects the bartender's grammar.

·   A Tautology walks into a bar and orders a free free drink.

·   A Tautology walks into a bar and orders a drink because a drink is what it wants.

·   An Euphemism walks into a bar and asks for a "gentleman's drink."

·   A Red Herring walks into a bar, but it's just there to distract you from the real joke.

·   An Anachronism walks into a bar, wearing a top hat and ordering a martini.

·   A Pleonasm walks into a bar and orders a completely and utterly full glass of beer.

·   A Neologism walks into a bar and invents a new word for "fun."

·   An Idiom walks into a bar, saying it's "raining cats and dogs" outside.

·   A Jargon walks into a bar, speaking in technical terms that confuse everyone.

·   A Homophone walks into a bar, asking for a "bare" instead of a "bear."

·   A homophone walks into a bar, whether it likes it or knot.

·   A Homograph walks into a bar, wondering if it's a "bank" or a "bank."

·   A Metonymy walks into a bar, asking for "the White House" instead of the bartender.

·   A Metonymy strolls into a bar and says, "Give me a pint of the strong stuff."

·   An Enjambment walks into a bar, continuing the sentence from the previous room.

·   A semicolon walks into a bar; it connects with everyone.

·   A misplaced apostrophe walks into a bar, orders it's usual.

·   A contraction walks into a bar. "I'll have what she's having."

·   A palindrome walks into a bar, saying, "Madam, in Eden, I'm Adam."

·   An appositive walks into a bar, its friend, a bartender, nods knowingly.

·   A rhetorical question walks into a bar, who needs drinks anyway?

·   A parenthesis walks into a bar (it's not really sure why).

·   An understatement walks into a bar, says, "This isn't the worst place I've been."

·   A litotes walks into a bar, not displeased to be there.

·   An antonym walks into a bar, walks out sober.

·   A capitalization walks into a Bar, making a Big Deal of It.

·   An anagram strolls into a bra... I mean, bar.

·   A spoonerism walks into a bar and orders a well-boiled icicle.

·   A paradox walks into a bar and says, "I’m nobody."

Vive la difference

Based on a piece by Dave Barry

 One of the most overlooked yet fascinating distinctions in the world is the difference between men and women. At first glance, it might seem like we’re quite similar—after all, we share the same basic anatomy. But once you dig a little deeper, you begin to notice that men and women think and feel in remarkably different ways. This story illustrates those differences so clearly that you’ll never forget it.

Imagine a guy named Fred who’s interested in a woman named Martha. He asks her out to a movie, and she says yes. They have a great time. A few days later, they go out to dinner and enjoy themselves again. They start seeing each other regularly, and before long, they’re no longer dating anyone else.

Then, one evening while driving home, Martha suddenly realizes something and says aloud, “Do you know that tonight marks exactly six months since we started seeing each other?”

Silence fills the car.

To Martha, the silence is deafening. She starts to worry: Is he upset that I mentioned it? Maybe he feels trapped in this relationship, or perhaps he thinks I’m pressuring him into something he’s not ready for.

Meanwhile, Fred is thinking: Wow, six months already.

Martha, now even more anxious, thinks: But wait, am I really sure I want this relationship to continue? Sometimes I wish I had more space to figure out what I truly want. Where is this going? Are we heading toward marriage? Children? A lifetime together? Am I ready for that? Do I even know this guy?

And Fred? He’s thinking: Let’s see, that means we started dating in February, right after I got the car serviced. I wonder if I’m due for an oil change.

Martha’s mind races: He’s upset. I can tell. Maybe he wants more from this relationship, more commitment, but he’s afraid I don’t feel the same way. Maybe he’s sensed my hesitation before I even realized it myself.

Fred is still lost in thought: I should have the transmission checked again. It’s not shifting smoothly, and I don’t care what those mechanics say—it’s definitely not the weather causing it. It’s 87 degrees outside, for crying out loud.

Martha, feeling increasingly guilty, thinks: He’s angry, and I can’t blame him. I’ve put him through so much, and I’m still not sure how I feel.

Fred, still thinking about his car, realizes: They’ll probably tell me the warranty’s expired. Those scumbags.

Martha, nearly in tears, thinks: Maybe I’m being unrealistic, waiting for a knight in shining armor when I’m sitting right next to a good man. A man who cares about me, and who I care about too. And now I’m hurting him with my silly, romantic fantasies.

Fred is now thinking: Warranty? I’ll show them a warranty…

“Fred,” Martha says softly.

“What?” Fred replies, startled.

“Please don’t torture yourself like this,” Martha says, her eyes filling with tears. “I never should have…I just feel so…” She breaks down, sobbing.

“What?” says Fred, completely bewildered.

“I’m such a fool,” Martha cries. “I know there’s no knight in shining armor. I know that. It’s silly. There’s no knight, and there’s no horse.”

“No horse?” Fred echoes, confused.

“You must think I’m such an idiot,” Martha says.

“No!” Fred quickly replies, glad to finally know the right answer.

“I just need some time,” Martha says, her voice trembling.

Fred, thinking as fast as he can, comes up with what he hopes is a safe response. “Yes,” he says.

Martha, deeply moved, touches his hand. “Oh, Fred, do you really feel that way?” she asks.

“What way?” Fred asks, bewildered.

“About time,” Martha says.

“Oh,” Fred replies. “Yes.” Martha turns to look at him, her eyes searching his, and Fred becomes increasingly nervous about what she might say next—especially if it involves a horse. Finally, she speaks.

“Thank you, Fred,” she says.

“Thank you,” Fred replies.

Fred takes Martha home, and while she lies in bed that night, a conflicted, tortured soul, crying until dawn, Fred gets back to his place, grabs a bag of Doritos, and settles in to watch a rerun of a college basketball game between two South Dakota junior colleges he’s never heard of. A small voice in the back of his mind tells him something significant happened in the car, but he’s pretty sure he’ll never figure out what, so he decides it’s best not to think about it.

The next day, Martha will call her closest friend, or maybe two, and they’ll talk about the situation for hours. They’ll analyze every word, every gesture, every nuance, considering all the possible meanings and implications. They’ll continue discussing it for weeks, maybe even months, without ever reaching a definite conclusion, but never losing interest.

Meanwhile, Fred, while playing racquetball one day with a mutual friend of his and Martha’s, will pause just before serving, frown, and ask, “Hey, Norm, did Martha ever own a horse?”

And that, folks, is the difference between men and women.