Senior
Scribes...
Seniors
at Starbucks
From Dan Harless
August 9, 2011
A
group of seniors were sitting around
talking about all their ailments.
“My
arms have gotten so weak I can
hardly lift this cup of coffee,” said one.
“Yes,
I know,” said another. “My
cataracts are so bad; I can’t even see my coffee.”
“I
couldn’t even mark an “X” at
election time, my hands are so crippled,” volunteered a third.
“What?
Speak up! What? I can’t hear
you!”
“I
can’t turn my head because of the
arthritis in my neck,” said a fourth, to which several nodded weakly in
agreement.
“My
blood pressure pills make me so
dizzy!” exclaimed another.
“I
forget where I am, and where I’m
going,” said another.
“I
guess that’s the price we pay for
getting old,” winced an old man as he slowly shook his head.
The
others nodded in agreement.
“Well,
count your Blessings,” said a woman
cheerfully - - “thank God we can all still drive.”
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