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,” volenteered 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 older,” winced a senior 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.”Thanks Jerry