A couple was celebrating their golden wedding anniversary. Their domestic tranquility had long been the
talk of the town. A local newspaper reporter was inquiring as to the secret of their long and happy
marriage.
"It's said you folks never fight," he said. "Can you tell me how you manage that?"
"Well, it dates back to our honeymoon," explained the man. "We visited the Grand Canyon and took a trip
down to the bottom on the canyon by pack mule. We hadn't gone too far when my wife's mule stumbled.
My wife
quietly said, 'That's once.' We proceeded a little further and the mule stumbled again.
Once more my wife
spoke, and quietly said, 'That's twice.'
We hadn't gone a half-mile when the mule stumbled the third time. My wife quietly removed a revolver from
her pocket and shot the mule dead. I started to protest over her treatment of the mule when she looked at
me and quietly said, 'That's once.'"
