A retired airline pilot was chatting with his wife

After 30 years of marriage, a retired airline pilot was chatting with his wife over breakfast.

“You know,” he said, sipping his coffee, “back when we lived in that tiny apartment near the airport, I had an old used car, barely any money, and a fold-out cot for a bed… but I was dating a hot young flight attendant in her 20s.”

He glanced around their large, modern kitchen.

“Now we’ve got a beautiful house, a luxury car, and I sleep in a California king—but I wake up next to someone who’s pushing 60.”

His wife didn’t flinch.

She calmly buttered her toast and said:

“Well, honey, if you’re missing those glory days, feel free to find another hot flight attendant in her 20s.

Just be ready to trade this house for a studio, that car for a beater, and this bed for your old cot.”