He stood there holding up a drink and a bag. So his mother explained: “I believe that you left this in my truck by mistake.”
I could have crawled under my truck, however, I took the food and drink from the little boy and sheepishly apologized. But his mother really rubbed salt into my wound, as she offered these kind words: “It’s ok, my grandfather does stuff like this all the time.”
Now I shared this with you so that you will understand how I got a ticket doing 85 MPH, in a 40 MPH zone. Yessss, I was racing some punk kid in a Toyota Prius.
And “No,” I told the officer, “I’m not too old to be driving this fast!”
As I walked in the front door, my wife met me halfway down the hall. And I handed her a bag of cold food, and a $300 speeding ticket. And I headed for my recliner, where I promptly covered up my legs with a “blankey’.”
However, there was some good news; I had successfully found my way home.
Old age is inevitable, and chances are it’ll creep up on you when you least expect it. Just like the guy in this story.
If this hasn’t happened to you yet, congratulations, you’re probably not old!
But if this scenario is all too familiar, just remember, we’re laughing with you, not at you!
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