Forgot My Glasses
Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2013 10:31 pm
FORGOT MY GLASSES
Yesterday my son again asked why I didn’t do something useful with my time. Talking about my "doing something useful" seemed to be his favorite topic of conversation. He 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 him a lesson about staying out of my business. I told him that I had joined a parachute club.
He said, "Are you nuts? You’re 71 years old and you’re going to start jumping out of airplanes?" I proudly showed him that I even got a membership card.
He 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 him. He fainted.
Life as a senior citizen is not getting any easier but sometimes it can be fun.
Yesterday my son again asked why I didn’t do something useful with my time. Talking about my "doing something useful" seemed to be his favorite topic of conversation. He 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 him a lesson about staying out of my business. I told him that I had joined a parachute club.
He said, "Are you nuts? You’re 71 years old and you’re going to start jumping out of airplanes?" I proudly showed him that I even got a membership card.
He 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 him. He fainted.
Life as a senior citizen is not getting any easier but sometimes it can be fun.
