A small tourist hotel was all a buzz about an afternoon wedding where the
groom was 95 years old and the bride was just 23 years old. The groom looked
pretty feeble and the feeling was that the wedding night might kill him since
his young bride was a healthy, vivacious woman.
But low and behold, the next morning, the bride came down the main staircase
slowly, step by step, hanging onto the banister for dear life.
She finally managed to get to the counter of the little shop in the hotel. The
clerk looked really concerned, "Whatever happened to you, dear? You look like
you've been wrestling an alligator!"
The bride groaned, hung on to the counter and managed to speak, "Gee, he told me
he'd been saving up for 75 years, and I thought he meant his money!"