A middle-aged man loses everything at the racetrack. His wife, upon hearing the bad news, kicks him out and files for divorce. The next day at work, the company has started downsizing and his job is the first to go. Despondently, he goes to a bar to drink his worries away.

After he has several drinks, and old woman notices his sadness and sits next to him.

"What's the matter, sonny?" she asks.

"My life is ruined," sobs the man, "I lost all my money, was fired from my job, and my wife left me."

"There, there," comforts the woman, "Fortunately for you, I happen to be a powerful witch. I can erase all those bad things that happened to you and your life will be as it was."

The man immediately perks up, "Really? You would do that for me?"

The woman claps her hands twice. "It's done. All I ask in return is that you sleep with me."

The man looks at the woman. She is the ugliest old hag he's ever seen, and the thought of sleeping with her makes him gag, but he agrees nonetheless. He takes her to a nearby motel.

Afterwards, as he is dressing himself, the crone asks him, "Sonny, how old are you?"

"I am thirty three. Why?"

The nasty old woman looks him in the eye and says, "Aren't you a little old to be believing in witches?"