One day a stock-broker was riding his limousine when he saw a guy eating grass. He told his driver to stop. He got out of the car and asked the guy, "Why are you eating grass?" The man replied, "I am so poor, that I can't afford a thing to eat".
So the stock-broker said, "You poor guy, come to my house'".
The guy said, "But I have a wife and three kids".
The stock-broker told him to bring them along.
When they were all in the car, the poor man said,"Thanks for taking us to your house, it is so kind of you".
The stock-broker said,"You are going to love it there, the grass is a foot tall".
In the process of decluttering, I came across this jotting from my 1985 Diary.