Two old men were talking about the infirmities of old age. One of them was saying that there were times when he had stood at the top of the stairs, and couldn't remember whether he had just come up, or was on his way down. "Oh! I don't have that trouble, my memory is OK" replied the other, "knock on wood" he said, rapping his knuckles on the table. "That's odd" he said, "I think there's someone at the door."

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