Three elderly men were sitting together in the lounge at their nursing home, swapping complaints about the hardships of getting older.
The 60-year-old sighed.
“Sixty is the worst. I constantly feel like I need to pee, but when I get to the bathroom … nothing. Just stand there, waiting … and waiting.”
The 70-year-old waved him off.
“Please. At seventy, it’s all about constipation. I take pills, eat bran, drink prune juice — you name it. And I still sit there for hours like I’m trying to pass a boulder.”
The 80-year-old slowly shook his head. “You guys don’t know the half of it. Eighty’s the worst.”
“Oh no,” said the 60-year-old. “Let me guess—you have the same issues?”
“Actually, no,” said the 80-year-old. “Every morning at exactly 6:00 a.m., I pee like a racehorse. Full stream, no hesitation.”
“Then it’s your bowels?” asked the 70-year-old.
“Nope. Like clockwork, at 6:30, I have the most satisfying bowel movement you could imagine.”
The other two looked at him, confused.
“So … what’s the problem?” the 60-year-old asked.
The old man sighed.
“I don’t wake up until 7:00.”