"You got what for my mother?"
"A vibrator."
"Why?"
"She was complaining about her sore feet."
"So you bought her a vibrator?"
"I was trying to help!"
The wife chased her husband out of the house. He ran until he lost her, then made his way back home, once he was sure she had stopped chasing.
Looking at the present, the woman realised her mistake.
"Aw, bless him," she smiled, her eyes welling up.
She found him wandering and confused, and hugged him warmly, apologising.
"I’m sorry, I didn’t realise you meant massage slippers. I keep forgetting about your Alzheimer’s."
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