Where are your Glasses???
Yesterday my daughter called me again, asking why
I didn't do something useful with my time.
“Like sitting around the pool and drinking wine is
not a good thing?” I asked.
Her talking about my "doing-something-useful" seems
to be her favorite topic of conversation.
She was "only thinking of me", she said and
suggested that 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 play a prank on her.
I called her and told her that I had joined a
She replied, "Are you nuts? You are 78 years old and
now you're going to start jumping out of airplanes?"
I told her that I even got a Membership Card and
e-mailed a copy to her.
She immediately telephoned me and yelled, "Good grief,
Dad, where are your glasses?! This is a Membership to a
Prostitute Club, not a Parachute Club."
"Oh man, I'm in trouble again,” I said, “I really don't
know what to do. I signed up for two jumps a week!!"
The line went quiet and her friend picked up the phone
and said that my daughter had fainted.
Life as a Senior Citizen is not getting any easier, but
sometimes it can be ever so much fun.