A group of Florida snowbirds and fulltimers
were sitting around talking about their ailments.
"My arms are so weak I can hardly
hold this cup of coffee," said one.
"Yes, I know. My cataracts are so bad,
I can't even see my coffee," replied another.
"It has gotten to where I cannot hear anything anymore,"
said one in the loudest voice of the group.
"I can't turn my head because of the arthritis in my neck,"
said a third, to which several nodded weakly in agreement.
"My blood pressure pills make me dizzy," claimed another.
"I cannot even remember what I am doing half the time;
if I don't make myself a note I forget what I am trying to
do in the first place" chimed yet another.
"I guess that's the price we pay for getting old,"
winced an old man as he shook his head.
Then there was a short moment of silence. . .
"Well, it's not that bad," said one woman cheerfully.
"Thank God we can all still drive."