Priorities

In line at the bank this week, I heard the following conversation between two women in their 60's. One lady had some bucks, the other didn't.

Poor Lady: Hi, Susan!

Rich Lady: Hi, how you doin' Nancy?

Poor Lady: Not good.

Rich Lady: No?

Poor Lady: Aww, no, John had a stroke and now we find out turns out he has diabetes. Plus he's been banned from the buildin'.

Rich Lady: Oh, no.

Poor Lady: Yeah, banned from the buildin'. Now he's in the hospital and I gotta pay for his t.v. in his room there, and I can't afford it. I don't know what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna have to quit smokin' for a couple of days.

Rich Lady: Take care, Nancy, I'll see ya later. (slips her a twenty on her way out with a hug and a kiss)

Poor Lady: Aw, are you sure, Susan?

Rich Lady: See you later.

Poor Lady (to the teller): That's my friend.