One weekend Joe was enticed to go skiing with an old acquaintance, Bob. They loaded up Bob’s truck and headed into the mountains.
After driving for a few hours, they got caught in a terrible blizzard as they approached the foothills.
They pulled into a nearby farm. An attractive woman answered the door.
Joe and Bob asked if they could spend the night.
“I know that it’s terrible weather out there and I have this huge house all to myself, but I’m recently widowed,” she explained. “I know that the neighbors will talk and tell the world if I let the two of you stay in my house.”
“Don’t worry,” Joe replied. “The two of us will be happy to sleep in the barn. Once the weather breaks, we will be out of here immediately headed for the mountains.” The woman agreed, and Joe and Bob settled in for the night.
Early morning arrived and the weather had cleared. Joe and Bob left without saying goodbye. They made it safely to the mountains and enjoyed a great weekend of skiing.
Nine Months Later
Joe got an unexpected letter from an attorney. It took him a few minutes to figure it out, but he finally determined that it was from the attorney of that attractive widow that Bob and he had met on the ski weekend.
He dropped in on Bob at the coffee bar and asked, “Bob, do you remember that good-looking widow at the farm where we stayed at on our ski holiday up North about nine months ago?”
“Of course, I do,” replied Bob.
“I am just curious,” stated Joe. “Did you happen to get up in the middle of the night, while I was asleep, and go up to the house and pay her a visit?”
“Yeah, how did you know?” Bob sheepishly asked, a little embarrassed about being found out. “I admit that I did.”
“And did you happen to use my name,” continued Joe with his questioning, “instead of telling her your real name?”
Bob’s face turned red and he said, “Yeah, look, I’m sorry, old buddy. I’m afraid I did.
By the way, what brought this up? Why do you ask?”
“She just died,” declared Joe, “and left me everything in her will.”