SENIOR PARACHUTE CLUB


Yesterday my daughter e-mailed me, again, asking why I didn't do something
useful with my time. "Like sitting around the pool, drinking beer or bourbon
isn't a useful thing.

(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 78 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.

My Daughter Is a Prime candidate For This One!!