A man had 50 yard line tickets for the Steeler's playoff game. As he sits
down, another man comes down and asks if anyone is sitting in the seat next to
him. "No," he says, "The seat is empty."
"This is incredible," said the man. "Who in their right mind would have a seat
like this for a Steeler's playoff game, and not use it?" He says, "Well,
actually, the seat belongs to me. I was supposed to come with my wife, but she
passed away. This is the first Steelers game we haven't been to together since
we got married in 1967."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. That's terrible. But couldn't you find someone
else -- a friend or relative, or even a neighbor to take the seat?"
The man shakes his head. "No, they're all at the funeral."
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down, another man comes down and asks if anyone is sitting in the seat next to
him. "No," he says, "The seat is empty."
"This is incredible," said the man. "Who in their right mind would have a seat
like this for a Steeler's playoff game, and not use it?" He says, "Well,
actually, the seat belongs to me. I was supposed to come with my wife, but she
passed away. This is the first Steelers game we haven't been to together since
we got married in 1967."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. That's terrible. But couldn't you find someone
else -- a friend or relative, or even a neighbor to take the seat?"
The man shakes his head. "No, they're all at the funeral."
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