Monday, November 12, 2012
Yesterday my daughter asked why I didn't do something useful with my time.
She 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 told her that I had joined a parachute club.
She said, "Are you nuts? You're almost 77 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.
Life as a senior citizen is not getting any easier