Yesterday, my daughter again asked me why I didn't do something useful with
my time. Talking about my "doing something useful" seems to be her
favourite topic of conversation.She said that she was "only thinking about
me", and suggested that I go down to the senior centre, and hang out with
the other old guys.
I did this. 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 mad? You're 65 years old, and you're going to start
jumping out of airplanes?"
I proudly showed her that I even had a membership card.
She looked at it and said, "Good grief Dad, where are your glasses! This is
a membership to a Prostitute Club, not a Parachute Club."
I told her, "Then I'm in real trouble because I've signed up for five jumps
a week.".
She fainted.
Life as a senior citizen is not getting any easier, but sometimes it can
really be fun!
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