The Old Man Lost Control Of His Vintage Motorcycle.

In his senior years, attempting to avoid a collision with a dog,

the old man lost control of his vintage motorcycle and found himself in a ditch by the side of the road.

With some effort, he managed to crawl out, and a compassionate lady, who happened to stop her car, approached him with concern, asking,

“Are you okay?”

“I’m okay, I reckon,” he replied as he pulled himself up.

She kindly insisted, “Come, get in my car. I’ll take you to my place just a few blocks away. You can freshen up, and  then I’ll examine to confirm that you are not hurt.”

“That’s mighty kind of you,” he answered,

“but I don’t think my wife would approve of me doing that!”

“Oh, come on, I’m a retired nurse,” she insisted.

“We need to see if you have any scrapes and treat them properly.”

Despite his reservations, the old man couldn’t refuse the kind offer and repeated,
“I’m sure my wife won’t like this.”

Upon reaching her place and after a bit of cleaning up, she examined the old man to confirm he didn’t have any major injuries and then offered a cup of tea.

They shared a couple of stories, but all along, the old man couldn’t shake off a feeling of guilt.

Finally, he admitted,

“I feel a lot better now, but I know my wife is going to be really upset, so I’d better be on my way.”

“Don’t be silly!” she said with a smile,

“Stay for a while. She won’t know anything. I suppose she must be at home, right?”

“Well, not really. She must be still in the ditch.”