While visiting a retirement community, my wife and I decided to do some shopping and soon became separated.
"Excuse me," I said, approaching a clerk. "I'm looking for my wife. She has white hair and is wearing white blouse."
Gesturing around the store, the clerk responded, "There's about 20 of them over there and ten more over there. Take your pick."
"Oh I forgot. She's got a leg missing and in a wheelchair."