Three little old people are sitting on a bench and talking. – Me, said the first, when I fart, it makes a lot of noise, but there is no smell. – With me, answered the second, it is the

As the three friends sat in companionable silence, watching the world go by, they realized that their weekly meetings were more than just a routine. They were a celebration of a lifetime of friendship, of memories that bound them together, and of the joy they found in each other’s company.

When it was time to leave, they rose slowly from the bench, promising to meet again the following week. As they walked away, arm in arm, they left behind a bench that seemed to have absorbed their laughter and warmth—a testament to the enduring bond of three little old people who had found joy in growing old together.