This Week's Awful Woodworking Joke
Harold spent most of his days just sanding and touching up projects nowadays. He was too old to hoist plywood or cabinets and haul them around the shop. But every day at 11:55 sharp, his wife still showed up and dropped of his lunch basket.
One of the new young guys thought it was sweet the way they spoke to each other.
"How come," he asked Harold, "after fifty years of marriage you still call her Sweetie and Darling?"
There was a pause.
"Well, son," Harold kinda squirmed. "The truth is that I forgot her name years ago, and I'm too scared to ask..."