“Fifteen hundred.”
“Well,” he says, “if you love it that much, go for it.”
“And I stopped by the Mercedes dealership too. Saw one I adore. Price is sixty thousand, and since we need to trade in the BMW…”
“For that price,” he says, “make sure it’s fully loaded.”
Heads turn. People pretend not to listen, but of course, they are. This is far more entertaining than any golf gossip.
“And one more thing,” she continues. “Remember that house we loved last year? The one with the pool, the English garden, a whole acre of parkland, and it’s beachfront? It’s back on the market.”
“How much?” he asks, fully committed.
“Four hundred fifty thousand, but we have enough in the bank.”
He pauses for effect. “Offer four-twenty. See if they’ll accept.”
The woman gushes. “You’re wonderful. I love you.”
The room goes silent. Half the lounge is staring. A few jaws hang open. Someone mutters about wishing their spouse let them buy a new car. Another whispers about mink coats.
The man calmly holds up the phone and asks:
“Does anyone know whose phone this is?”
The room erupts. The timing, the delivery, the sheer simplicity of it — it’s a perfect prank. Nobody’s embarrassed, only the situation itself. And the punchline lands perfectly.
This is the kind of humor older audiences love because it’s clever, not crude. Stories like this belong at potlucks, family dinners, or after church — funny without offending. They prove comedy doesn’t need shock value; it just needs wit.
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