The Wedding

Jacob, age 92, and Rebecca, age 89, living in Florida, are all excited about their decision to get married. They go for a stroll to discuss the wedding, and on the way they pass a drugstore. Jacob suggests they go in.

Jacob addresses the man behind the counter: ‘Are you the owner?’

The pharmacist answers, ‘Yes.’

Jacob: ‘We’re about to get married. Do you sell heart medication?’

Pharmacist: ‘Of course we do.’

Jacob: ‘How about medicine for circulation?’

Pharmacist: ‘All kinds.’

Jacob: ‘Medicine for rheumatism and scoliosis?’

Pharmacist: ‘Definitely.’

Jacob: ‘How about Viagra?’

Pharmacist: ‘Of course.’

Jacob: ‘Medicine for memory problems, arthritis, jaundice?’

Pharmacist: ‘Yes, a large variety. The works.’

Jacob: ‘What about vitamins, sleeping pills, Geritol, antidotes for Parkinson’s disease?’

Pharmacist: ‘Absolutely.’

Jacob: ‘You sell wheelchairs and walkers?’

Pharmacist: ‘All speeds and sizes.’

Jacob: ‘We’d like to use this store as our Bridal Registry.’