Two 80 year old men

Michael and John, who have been best friends since high school, have just spent the last of their retirement savings on a trip to Hawaii.

They check into their hotel and are furious when they find out that the lifts wont be working for another month and that their room is located on the 90th floor. The old men who'm tire very easily from walking too long, are told their deposit is non-refundable but will receive $150 off their $1,000 accommodation, due to the lifts being out of service and so they grab their keys and muble their disgust at the receptionist.

They leave their bags at the reception, where the bell boy insists to carry their luggage for them to their room, while they stroll the town.

After several hours sight seeing and walking along the beach, the two men return to their hotel. Looking up at the hellish task that awaits them of 90 floors, the men take deep breaths and begin their journey. Step after step, the pain grows, and they are only up to the 11th floor. They reach the 30th floor after an hour and decide to have a break for 10 minutes. They then climb another 30 floors and reach the 60th floor, when they decide to have another beak, this time for 20 minutes.

Finally after 4 hours, they reach the last step of the 89th floor and Michael says to john; "hey I got some good news and bad news, which do you want first?"

John replies, "gimme the good news"

Michael replies, " we only got 1 step left and then we have made it"

John replies, "Hey that is good news! OK what is the bad news?"

Michael replies, " We're in the Fucken wrong hotel!