There is one really nice man with pure white hair and a white mustache who always is ready with a smile and joke. Over the years, the jokes have degraded and make far less sense than they used to. Mostly he communicates in a series of slightly clever cliches. About once ever six months he has said to me, "Well, wherever you go, there you are." But it has gone from that to, "Wherever you go, you're there." To, "When you go somewhere, you're there."
I always laugh at his corny jokes, he's aware that they're corny, but lately they have become so confusing that I can't follow them and I just laugh when he laughs.
Today he stopped me on the street and said, "You know, I was looking at you and Nancy together the other day and I had a thought."
"Oh yeah," I said, ready for the zinger.
"I thought, I wish I'd been born ugly."
"Why did you think that?"
"Because the ugly guys get the all the pretty girls. The uglier the guy, the prettier the girl and your wife is beautiful."
He blinked and me with a straight face and then smiled broadly. We both laughed while I tried to translate that joke in my head to what he really meant. I suspect that he meant it as gentle teasing, but his brain has lost that filter.
Senility is slowly turning him into Don Rickles. Either that or I'm really ugly.