Parachute Club for Seniors

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 Centre and hang out with the fellows.

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 84-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 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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