Teeth

GRANDMA and grandpa were sitting in their porch rockers watching the beautiful sunset and reminiscing about "the good old days," when grandma turned to grandpa and said, "Honey, do you remember when we first started dating and you used to just casually reach over and take my hand?"

Grandpa looked over at her, smiled and obligingly took her aged hand in his. With a wry little smile, grandma pressed a little further, "Honey, do you remember how after we were engaged, you'd sometimes lean over and suddenly kiss me on the cheek?"

Grandpa leaned slowly toward grandma and gave her a lingering kiss on her wrinkled cheek.

Growing bolder still, grandma said, "Honey, do you remember how, after we were first married, you'd kind of nibble on my ear?"

Grandpa slowly got up from his rocker and headed into the house.

Alarmed, grandma said, "Honey, where are you going?"

Grandpa replied, "To get my teeth!"

At a boat docked in a tiny Mexican village, an American tourist complimented the Mexican fisherman on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took him to catch them.

"Oh, not very long," answered the Mexican. "Well, then, why didn't you stay out longer and catch more?"asked the American. The Mexican explained that his small catch was sufficient to meet his needs and those of his family. The American asked, "But what do you do with the rest of your time?"

Well, I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, and take a siesta with my wife. In the evenings, I go into the village to see my friends, have a few drinks, play the guitar, and sing a few songs." The American interrupted, "I have an MBA from Harvard and I can help you! You should start by fishing longer every day. You can then sell the extra fish you catch. With the extra revenue, you can buy a bigger boat. With the extra money the larger boat will bring, you can buy a second one and a third one and so on until you have an entire fleet of trawlers. Instead of selling your fish to a middleman, you can negotiate directly with the processing plants and may be even open your own plant. You can then leave this little village and move to Mexico City, Los Angeles, or even New York! From there you can direct your huge enterprise."

"How long would that take?" asked the Mexican.

"Twenty, perhaps twentyfive years," replied the American.

"And after that?"

"Afterwards? That's when it gets really interesting" answered the American, laughing. "When your business gets really big, you can start selling off your stock and make millions!"

"Millions? Really? And after that? "

"After that you'll be able to retire, live in a tiny village near the coast, sleep late, play with your children, catch a few fish, take siestas with your wife, and spend your evenings drinking and enjoying your friends."

(Culled from the Net by Sunil Sharma)