Yesterday my daughter Betty emailed me AGAIN, asking why I didn't do something useful with my time.
"Like sitting around the pool and drinking Beer is not a good thing?" I asked.
Talking about my "doing-something-useful" seems to be her favourite topic of conversation.
She was "only thinking of me," she said, and suggested that I go down to the Senior Citizen and hang out with the old fellows.
I did this and when I got home last night, I decided to play a prank on her. I emailed her and told her that I had joined a Parachute Club.
She replied, "Are you nuts? You are 66-years-old and now you're going to start jumping out of airplanes?"
I told her that I even got a Membership Card and emailed a copy to her.
She immediately telephoned me and yelled, "Good grief, Dad, where are your glasses?! This is a Membership to a Prostitute Club, not a Parachute Club."
"Oh man, I'm in trouble again," I said. "I really don't know what to do. I signed up for five jumps a week!!"
The line went dead.
