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A Small Celebration That Brightened

An elderly woman walked into the bar on a cruise ship and politely ordered a Scotch with just two drops of water.
When the bartender set the glass in front of her, she smiled and said:
“I’m on this cruise to celebrate my 80th birthday… and today is the day.”

The bartender laughed and replied:
“Well then, happy birthday! This drink is on the house.”

After she finished her drink, a woman sitting beside her leaned over and said:
“I’d love to buy you your next drink.”

“That’s very kind of you,” the lady replied. “Bartender, I’ll have another Scotch with two drops of water.”

A short while later, a man on her other side spoke up:
“I’d like to buy you a drink as well.”

The woman nodded graciously and placed the same order once again.

Curiosity finally got the better of the bartender, and he asked:
“Ma’am, if you don’t mind me asking… why only two drops of water every time?”

The old woman giggled and answered:
“Son, at my age, I’ve learned how to handle my liquor. Water, however, is a completely different challenge.”

Hope that gave you a little smile 😊

Another elderly woman walked into a bank one morning, hoping to withdraw some cash.
She handed her card to the teller and said politely:
“I’d like to withdraw $500, please.”

The teller responded coldly:
“For withdrawals under $5,000, please use the ATM.”

The woman calmly asked:
“May I ask why?”

Irritated, the teller replied:
“These are the rules. Please step aside if you have no other business. There are people waiting.”

Without a word, the old woman took back her card, then handed it over again and said:
“Alright then. I’d like to withdraw all the money in my account.”

The teller froze when she saw the balance: $3.5 million.
She immediately leaned forward and said respectfully:
“My apologies, ma’am. We don’t have that much cash available today. Could you please make an appointment and come back tomorrow?”

The woman asked gently:
“How much am I allowed to withdraw right now?”

“Up to $300,000,” the teller replied.

“Perfect,” said the woman. “I’ll take $300,000.”

The teller processed the request quickly and handed over the cash.
The woman placed $500 into her purse, then returned the rest and said:
“Please deposit the remaining $299,500 back into my account.”

The lesson of the story:
Never underestimate older people.
They’ve spent a lifetime learning how the world works.

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