Senior Parachute Club!

Yesterday my daughter e-mailed me, again,  asking why I didn't do something useful with my time.   Like sitting around the pool, drinking wine, isn't a good thing?

Talking about my ‘doing-something-useful" seems to be her favourite topic of conversation.

“I’m only thinking of you," she said, and suggested,  I go down to the Senior Centre and hang out with the fellas. So, I did and when I got home, decided to play a prank on her. 

I sent her an email saying that I had joined the Senior Parachute Club!

She replied, "Are you nuts?  You're 88 years old and now you're going to start jumping out of airplanes?"

I told her that I even had a Membership Card and emailed a copy to her. Immediately, she telephoned me  admonishing yelled, "Good grief, Dad, where are your glasses?  This is a membership to a Prostitute Club, not a Parachute Club!"

"Oh man, am I in trouble," I said, "I signed up for 5 jumps a week!" The line went dead.