There were two elderly people (in their 60’s), George and Sheila, living in a North Carolina mobile home park in the suburbs of Concord.
He was a widower and she a widow and they had known one another for a number of years.
One evening a supper was held in the communal refectory and the two found themselves at the same table, seated across from one another.
As the meal progressed, George made several admiring glances at Sheila and he finally gathered his courage to ask her, ‘Sheila, will you marry me?’
After about five seconds of “careful consideration”, Sheila answered…
‘Yes. Yes, I will.’
The meal ended and, with a few more pleasant exchanges, then they went to their respective caravans.
Next morning, George was troubled:
‘Did she say “yes” or did she say “no”?’ He couldn’t remember.
Try as he would, he just could not recall.
Not even a faint memory.
So it was with some trepidation that he went to the telephone and called Sheila.
Firstly, he explained that he didn’t remember as well as he used to. Then he reviewed the lovely evening past.
As he gained a little more courage, George inquired gingerly,
‘Sheila, when I asked if you would marry me, did you say “Yes” or did you say “No”?’
George was delighted to hear her Sheila say, ‘Why, I said, “Yes, yes I will” and I meant it with all my heart.’
Then she continued, ‘I am so glad that you called, because I couldn’t remember for the life of me who had asked.’