Jake, 92, and Sylvia, 89, are all excited about their decision to get married. They go for a stroll to discuss the wedding and on the way they pass a drugstore. Jake suggests they go in.

Jake addresses the man behind the counter, “Are you the owner?”
The pharmacist answers “Yes.”

Jake: “We're about to get married. Do you sell heart medication?”
Pharmacist: “Of course we do.”

Jake: “How about medicine for circulation?”
Pharmacist: “All kinds.”

Jake: “Medicine for rheumatism, scoliosis?”
Pharmacist: “Definitely.”

Jake: “How about Viagra?”
Pharmacist: “Of course.”

Jake: “Medicine for memory problems, arthritis, jaundice?”
Pharmacist: “Yes, a large variety. The works.”

Jake: “What about vitamins, sleeping pills, Geritol, antidotes for Parkinson's disease?”
Pharmacist: “Absolutely.”

Jake: “You sell wheelchairs and walkers?”
Pharmacist: “All speeds and sizes.”

Finally satisfied, Jake says to the pharmacist, “OK, we'd like to use this store as our Bridal Registry.”