Yesterday my daughter again asked why I didn’t do something useful with my time. Talking about my “doing something useful” seemed to be her favorite topic of conversation. She was only “thinking of me” and suggested I go down to the senior center and hang out with the guys.
I did this and when I got home last night, I decided to teach her a lesson about staying out of my business. I told her that I joined a parachute club.
She said “Are you nuts? You’re almost 75 years old and you’re going to start jumping out of airplanes?” I proudly showed her that I even got a membership card.
She said to me “Good grief! Where are your glasses! This is a membership to a Prostitute Club, not a Parachute Club.”
“I’m in trouble again and I don’t know what to do… I signed up for five jumps a week!” I told her. She fainted. Life as a senior citizen is not getting any easier, but sometimes it can be fun.
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