A retiring lawyer, but active (because from being a lawyer you will not get a pension, you die directly) is getting married with an intern. Immediate after the wedding, they leave in the honey week-end (for lawyers a month is always “too much” or “not now”). They lodge in the nuptial apartment of a little and saucy hotel.
The next day, a little before the lunch, the bride comes down at the reception with doubtful steps, disheveled, with wandered look… having a sleepily conversation with the receptionist.
“I came here for the breakfast…”
“Sorry, do you feel well? You look like you’ve just come from a battle with a crocodile…”
“Oh… before marriage he said that he saved every day, for 40 years… I thought the he is referring to money…”