An elderly man shuffles into his doctor’s office for his annual checkup... As he settles in, the doctor, with a cheerful smile, begins the usual round of questions. "So, Mr. Jenkins, how’s the memory these days? Any issues remembering things?" The old man chuckles, tapping his temple with a proud grin, "Memory’s sharp as ever, Doc... " "No cobwebs up here, I can tell you that much." The doctor nods, scribbling something on his notepad... "That’s great to hear. And how about your knees? Any trouble with stairs, getting around?" Mr. Jenkins straightens up in his chair, puffing out his chest, "Oh, the knees are doing just fine... " "Just last night, my wife and I went to this amazing Chinese restaurant... " "It’s on the second floor, and I’m telling you, I practically flew up those stairs." Impressed, the doctor looks up from his notes, "You know, I’m a big fan of Chinese food myself... " "What’s the name of this place? Maybe I’ll give it a try this weekend." Mr. Jenkins furrows his brow, deep in thought... He scratches his head, his face scrunched up in concentration, "Let’s see... " "It’s right on the tip of my tongue... " "Oh! What’s the name of that pretty red flower? The one with the thorns?" The doctor raises an eyebrow, amused, "You mean a rose?" The old man’s face lights up like a Christmas tree, "Yes, that’s it!" He turns toward the waiting room, where his wife is sitting, and shouts with all the enthusiasm of someone who’s just cracked a riddle... "Hey Rose! What’s the name of that Chinese restaurant we ate at last night?"
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