Jack decided to go skiing with his best buddy, Bob.
They loaded up Jack’s minivan and headed north.
After a few hours of driving, they got caught in a terrible blizzard.
They pulled into a nearby farm and knocked on the door.
An attractive woman answered.
“I realize it’s awful weather out there, and I have this big house all to myself,” she said, “but I’m recently widowed. I’m afraid the neighbors will talk if I let you stay inside.”
“Don’t worry,” Jack said. “We’ll sleep in the barn. If the weather clears, we’ll be gone at first light.”
She agreed, and the two men settled into the barn for the night.
The next morning, the weather had cleared, and they went on to enjoy a great weekend of skiing.
About nine months later, Jack received a letter from an attorney.
It took him a moment to figure it out, but he realized it was from the lawyer of that attractive widow.
Jack dropped in on his friend.
“Bob, do you remember that good-looking widow from the farm we stayed at on our ski trip about nine months ago?” Jack asked.
“Yes, I do,” Bob replied.
“Did you… happen to get up in the middle of the night, go up to the house, and pay her a visit?” Jack continued.
Bob looked embarrassed. “Well… yeah, I have to admit I did.”
“And did you… happen to give her my name instead of yours?” Jack asked.
Bob’s face turned bright red. “Yeah, I did. I’m sorry, buddy. Why do you ask?”
Jack sighed. “Because… she just died and left me everything.”
