Two old friends, Walt and Ray, were sitting on a bench in the park one sunny afternoon, watching people walk by and talking about life.

After a while, the conversation turned to getting older.

Ray sighed, stretched his legs, and said, “You know, Walt, women really have all the luck when it comes to aging.”

Walt looked at him curiously. “What do you mean by that?”

Ray leaned closer and lowered his voice.

“Well,” he said, “I can barely remember the last time I was able to get things working properly in bed. These days, I’m lucky if I can stay awake past the evening news.”

Walt nodded sympathetically. “That happens, I suppose. But what does that have to do with women having luck?”

Ray smiled sadly and said, “My wife, on the other hand, seems healthier than ever.”

Walt scratched his head. “I’m not sure I understand.”

Ray continued, “When we were younger, almost every night before bed, she used to get these terrible headaches. I mean, night after night, always right before bedtime.”

Walt listened carefully.

Ray gave a little shrug and added:

“But now that we’re older, she hasn’t had a headache in years.”