Six retired Floridians play high stakes poker in the condo clubhouse.
A member of the group, Meiers, loses $5,000 on a single hand, clutches his chest and drops dead at the table.
Showing respect for their fallen comrade, the other five finish playing the hand standing up.
Finkelstein looks around and asks, “So, who’s gonna’ tell his wife?”
They cut the cards, and Goldberg “wins” the duty. They tell him to be discreet, be gentle, not to make a bad situation any worse.
“Discreet? I’m the most discreet person you’ll ever meet. Discretion is my middle name,” he says. Leave it to me.”
Goldberg goes over to the Meiers’ apartment and knocks on the door. Mrs. Meiers wife answers and asks what he wants.
Goldberg declares, “Your husband just lost $5,000 playing poker, and is afraid to come home.”
“Tell him to drop dead!” says the wife.
“Will do,” he says.
A retired older couple return to a Mercedes dealership
where the salesman has just sold the car they were interested in to a beautiful, leggy, busty blonde in a mini skirt and a halter top.
The old man was visibly upset. He spoke to the salesman sharply.
“Young man, I thought you said you would hold that car till we raised the $55,000 asking price,” said the older man.
“Yet I just heard you closed the deal for $40,000 to the lovely young lady there.”
“And if I remember right, you had insisted there was no way you could discount this model.”
The salesman took a deep breath, cleared his throat and reached for a large glass of water.
“Well, what can I tell you? She had the cash ready, didn’t need any financing help, and, Sir, just look at her, how could I resist?”, replied the grinning salesman sheepishly.
Just then the young woman approached the senior couple and gave the car keys to the old man.
“There you go, dad” she said. “I told you I could get that idiot to lower the price.”.
