Mrs. Goldstein walked into an attorney's office and told him she wanted to divorce her husband of 58 years.
"Mrs. Goldstein, fifty-tight years is a long time," the lawyer said. "Do you have grounds?"
"Grounds? No grounds. We live in a condominium. We got no grounds."
"No, no. What I mean is, do you nave cause.'" the lawyer asked. "For example, docs he beat you up?"
"What beat me up? I'm up by seven. The bum is still asleep."
"1 mean," the lawyer tried, "is there a special reason to want a divorce now? Do you have a grudge?"
"Sure, we got a grudge. It's robbery what they charge lo park in the grudge."
"Mrs. Goldstein," the exasperated lawyer said, "I have to know why you want a divorce."
"Oh, why didn't you say so?" Mrs. Goldstein scoffed. "I want the divorce because I'm sick to death of Mr. Goldstein telling me we can't communicate."