Old Folks
              Author Unknown

              I have always dreaded old age. I could not
              imagine anything worse than being old.
              How awful it must be to have nothing to do
              all day but stare at the walls or watch TV.

              So last week, when the mayor suggested we
              all celebrate "Senior Citizen Week" by cheering up
              a senior citizen, I determined to do just that.

              I would call on my new neighbor, an elderly retired
              gentleman, recently widowed, who, I presumed,
              had moved in with his married daughter
              because he was too old to take care of himself.

              I baked a batch of brownies, and, without bothering
              to call (some old people cannot hear the phone),
              I went off to brighten this old guy's day.

              When I rang the doorbell this "old guy" came to the
              door dressed in tennis shorts and a polo shirt,
              looking about as ancient and decrepit as Donny Osmond.

              "I'm sorry I can't invite you in," he said when I
              introduced myself, "but I'm due at the Racquet Club
              at two. I'm playing in the semi-finals today."

              "That's all right," I said. "I baked you some
              brownies..." "Great!" he interrupted, snatching the box.
              "Just what Ineed for bridge club tomorrow! Thanks so much!"
              "...and just thought we'd visit a while. But that's okay!
              I'll just trot across the street and call on Granny Grady."

              "Don't bother," he said. "Gran's not home; I know.
              I just called to remind her of our date to go dancing
              tonight. She may be at the beauty shop. She mentioned at
              breakfast that she had an appointment for a tint job."

              I called my Mother's cousin (age 83); she was in the
              hospital...working in the gift shop.
              I called my aunt (age 74); she was on vacation in China.
              I called my husband's uncle (age 79).
              I forgot; he was on his honeymoon.

              I still dread old age, now more than ever.
              I just don't think I'm up to it.

              Thanks PK!

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