An old man in his eighties stood up one morning and started putting on his coat.

His wife, still curled up in her rocking chair, looked over and asked, “Where are you going?”

He replied confidently, “I’m heading to the doctor.”

Surprised, she asked, “Why? Are you feeling sick?”

With a grin, he said, “Nope. I’m going to ask about those new Via4ra pills.”

Without missing a beat, his wife stood up and began putting on her sweater.

He looked at her, puzzled. “And where do you think you’re going?”

She shot back, “To the doctor too.”

“Why?” he asked.

She smirked, “Because if you’re planning to start using that rusty old thing again, I’m getting a tetanus shot!”