Saturday, July 28, 2018

Senior’s Parachute Club ~OR~ Rule 5 Woodsterman Style



Yesterday my daughter e-mailed 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. 

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 some of the other old fellows. 

So I did this and when I got home last night, I decided to play a prank on her. I e-mailed her and told her that I had joined a Parachute Club.

She replied, "Are you nuts? You are over 71 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 five jumps a week!!" 

The line went dead.

Life as a Senior Citizen is not getting any easier, but sometimes it can be fun.







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Put it here ... I can't wait to read it. I have the Captcha turned OFF but blogger insists it be there. You should be able to bypass it.

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