A lawyer wrote a letter to his wife, a college math professor. “My dear Janie,” it began. “I value you as a good wife, but now that you’re 57 years old, you can no longer satisfy certain needs of mine. Therefore, I hope that you will not wrongly interpret why I will be spending this evening at the Hilton with my 18-year-old secretary. Please don’t be upset. I promise to be home before midnight.”
When the lawyer came home, he found a letter on the dining room table. “My dearest husband,” it began. “I read your letter, and I would like to take this opportunity to remind you that you also are 57 years old. I am informing you that while you read this, I will be at the Hotel Fiesta with Michael, one of my students. He’s on the tennis team, so he’s very virile and, like your secretary, 18 years of age. As a successful lawyer with an excellent grasp of math, you should understand that we are in the same situation, although with one significant difference: 18 goes into 57 a lot more times than 57 goes into 18. Therefore, I will not be home until sometime tomorrow.”
