Friday, August 23, 2013

I joined a parachute club

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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