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 had joined a parachute club.
She said, "Are you nuts? You're almost 72 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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