5 Memory Jokes

The Memory Test

Three elderly men are at the doctor's office for a memory test. The doctor asks the first man, "What is three times three?" "274," is his reply. The doctor rolls his eyes and looks up at the ceiling, and says to the second man, "It's your turn. What is three times three?" "Tuesday," replies the second man. The doctor shakes his head sadly, then asks the third man, "Okay, your turn. What's three times three?" "Nine," says the third man. "That's great!" says the doctor. "How did you get that?" "Simple," he says, "just subtract 274 from Tuesday."


Forgetful

The man looked a little worried when the doctor came in to administer his annual physical, so the first thing the doctor did was to ask whether anything was troubling him.

"Well, to tell the truth, Doc, yes," answered the patient. "You see, I seem to be getting forgetful. I'm never sure I can remember where I put the car, or whether I answered a letter, or where I'm going, or what it is I'm going to do once I get there -- if I get there. So, I really need your help. What can I do?"

The doctor mused for a moment, then answered in his kindest tone, "Pay me in advance."


Old Friends

Sam and Josh had worked together as partners in their construction business for over fifty years, one day after returning from a check-up with the doctor Sam mentioned that the doctor had suggested that both of them should start writing things down as at their age they start to be forgetful.

Josh laughed at the idea, "My mind is still sharp as a tack, what did you need me to pick up at the hardware store?"

"A dead bolt for the back door," Sam replied.

Half an hour later Josh returned, "There you go electrical box, outlet and cover plate." he proudly announced.

"YOU IDIOT!" Sam screamed at him, "Told you to make a list, I sent you for a bathroom faucet."


The Iron

One of the funniest memories I have of the trials and tribulations of making the journey from childhood to adulthood was our annual summer vacation trek from Chicago to a cabin usually someplace on a lake in Wisconsin or Michigan.

Every year, it seems, we would get on a highway a few miles out of the city, and mom would wail, “Oh my goodness! I think left the iron on." And almost every year we would turn around and go back. But as I recall, not once was it was ever plugged in. She often had the same fear that all our earthly possessions would disappear in a fire caused by her forgetfulness.

When I was about 14 years old, we were headed out of Chicago for Lake Geneva, Wisconsin and, sure enough, Mom gasped, “I just know I left the iron on."

My father didn't say a word, just pulled over onto the shoulder of the road, got out, opened the trunk and handed her the iron.


The Restaurant’s Name

A few old couples used to get together to talk about life and to have a good time.One day one of the men, Harry, started talking about this fantastic restaurant he went to the other night with his wife. “Really?", one of the men said, what’s it called? After thinking for a few seconds the Harry said, “what are those good smelling flowers called again?" “Do you mean a rose? the first man questioned. “Yes, that’s it," he exclaimed. Looking over at his wife he said, “Rose what’s that restaurant we went to the other night?"

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