Yesterday my wife asked why I didn't do something useful with my time, instead of spending every waking moment in the workshop messing with cigar box guitars.
She suggested that I go to the senior center and hang out with the guys. So, off I went, and when I got home last night I told her that I had joined a parachute club.
She said, "Are you out of your mind? You're almost 70 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, "You dummy, 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 three jumps a week!
Life as a senior citizen is not getting any easier.