is the ticket?
Two old men were holding up the queue outside the turnstyle before the game,
while one of them hunted for his ticket. He looked in his coat pockets and his
waistcoat pockets and his trouser pockets, all to no avail. 'Hang on a minute,'
said the gateman. 'What's that in your mouth?' It was the missing ticket!
As they moved inside his mate said, 'Crikey, Cyril! You must be getting senile
in your old age. Fancy having your ticket in your mouth and forgetting about it!'
'I'm not' that stupid,' said old Cyril. 'I was chewing last week's date off