Seniors Parachute Club

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Yesterday my daughter e-mailed me again, asking why I didn't do something useful with my time.

 

 

 

"Like sitting around the pool, drinking wine isn't a good thing?" I asked.

 

Talking about my “doing something useful” seems to be her favorite topic of conversation.

 

 

 

She is "only thinking of me," she said, and suggested, I go down to the Senior Center

 

and hang out with the fellas.

 

So, I did and when  I got home, decided to play a prank on her. I sent her an e-mail saying that 

 

I had joined the Senior Parachute Club.

 

 

 

She replied, "Are you nuts? You're 81-years-old and now you're going to start jumping  out of airplanes?"

 

I told her that I even had a Membership Card and e-mailed a copy to her.

 

 

 

Immediately, she 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, am I in trouble," I said, "I signed up for five jumps a week!" The line went dead.

 

 

 

Life as a Senior Citizen isn't getting any easier, but sometimes it can be fun.