Senior Parachute Club

 

Yesterday my daughter e­mailed 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 favourite topic of conversation. She is "only thinking of me," she said, and suggested, I go down to the Senior Centre 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 e­mail saying that I had joined the Senior Parachute Club.

 

She replied, "Are you nuts? You're 76­ years ­old and now you're going to start jumping out of airplanes?"

 

I told her that I even had a Membership Card and e­mailed 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!