SAYS FYL

Me (ending a conversation with a random man who called for some random information): Thanks for calling, Earl.

Earl: You have a nice weekend.

Me: Thank you. You too.

Earl: Oh, I won’t. I just got out of the hospital. My cold turned to pneumonia.

Me: I’m sorry. I hope you have someone to take care of you.

Earl: I do. My wife of 61 years.

Me: Wow! 61 years, huh?

Earl: Yup. And you should know something for when you get to 61. I’ll tell you, so you’ll know. There are no Happy 61st Anniversary cards anywhere.

Me: I never looked, but you’re probably right.

Earl: Oh, I am right. I know I am right. I looked all the way from here to Eugene. But I don’t give up easy. I’ll tell you what I did so you can do it to when you get to 61.

Me: What did you do?

Earl: I went to a trophy shop and got me a trophy. It’s better than a card and you can get them to put anything on it.