with my time.
Talking about my "doing something useful" seemed to be her favorite
topic of conversation.
She was "only thinking of me" and suggested I go down to the senior
center and hang out with the guys.
I did this and when I got home last night I decided to teach her a
lesson about staying out of my business.
I told her that I had joined a parachute club.
She said, "Are you nuts? You 're 82 years old and you 're
going to start jumping out of airplanes?"
I proudly showed her that I even got a membership card.
She said to me, "Good grief, where are your glasses! This is a membership to a Prostitute Club, not a Parachute Club."
"I'm in trouble again, and I don 't know what to do... I signed up for five jumps a week." I told her.
She fainted.
