The Husband store

[727Sky]

 A brand new store has just opened in New York City that sells husbands. When women go to choose a husband, they have to follow the instructions at the entrance: "You may visit this store ONLY ONCE! There are 6 floors and the value of the products increase as you ascend the flights. You may choose any item from a particular floor or may choose to go up to the next floor, but you CANNOT go back down except to exit the building!"

 
So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband. The 1st floor sign reads: Floor 1- These men have jobs. The 2nd floor sign reads: Floor 2- These men have jobs and love kids. The 3rd floor sign reads: Floor 3 - These men have jobs, love kids and are extremely good looking.
 
"Wow," she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going. She goes to the 4th floor and the sign reads: Floor 4- These men have jobs, love kids, are drop-dead good looking and help with housework.
 
"Oh, mercy me!" she exclaims, "I can hardly stand it!" Still, she goes to the 5th floor and the sign reads: Floor 5- These men have jobs, love kids, are drop-dead gorgeous, help with housework and have a strong romantic streak. She is so tempted to stay.
 
But she goes to the 6th floor and the sign reads: Floor 6- You are visitor 31,456,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please. Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store!!
 
To avoid gender bias charges, the store's owner opens a New Wives Store across the street. The 1st floor has wives who love sex. The 2nd floor has wives who love sex and have money. The 3rd through 6th floors have never been visited.

[Mystic Wanderer]

                   

[727Sky]

The rain was pouring and there was a big puddle in front of the bar just outside the American Legion Post.
 
A ragged old Army ground pounder was standing near the  edge with a fishing line in the puddle.
 
A curious young Marine fighter pilot came over to him and asked what he was doing.
 
"Fishing," the old sergeant simply said.
 
"Poor old fool," the Marine officer thought to himself, and he invited the old Army soldier into the bar for a drink.
 
As he felt he should start some conversation while they were sipping their whiskey, the haughty fighter pilot asked,  "And how many have you caught today?"
 
"You're number ten" the old Army sergeant answered.
 
"2 Air Force, 3 Navy & 5 Marines."