Goldie, a recent widow was sitting on a Florida beach near Miami. She
> was attempting to strike up a conversation with an elderly gentleman,
> who was one blanket down, reading a book.
>
> "Hello Sir," she interrupted, "how are you today?"
>
> "Fine, thank you," he responded and turned back to reading his book.
>
> "I love the beach, do you come here often?"
>
> "First time since my wife passed away last year," he replied.
>
> "Do you live around here?" she asked.
>
> "Yes," he answered returning to his book.
>
> Goldie persisted. "Do you like pussycats?"
>
> With that, the man threw his book down, jumped up off his blanket,
> onto hers, whipped off his and her bathing suits and gave her the ride
> of her life.
>
> As the cloud of sand began to settle, Goldie asked the man, "How did
> you know that is what I wanted?"
>
> He replied, "How did you know my name was Katz?"