The granddaughter of a lifelong friend asked me the other day what retired
folks do to keep life interesting. I thought about it for a bit and told her
about something that’d happened just the day before.
I’d gone to town for a doctor’s appointment and my wife had asked me if I’d drop off some of her stuff off at the laundry, which I did. I come back
outside after maybe five minutes or so and sure enough, there’s a cop
writing out a parking ticket for the Lincoln. I smiled at him and said, “Hi
officer, any chance of a retired person catching a break here?”
He flat ignored me, just kept writing the ticket. So I lost my temper a tiny
bit and told him it wasn’t necessary to act like a Nazi. Well, then he lost
his temper some and wrote out another ticket because one of the car’s tires had wear bars showing. That’s when I stepped back and called him a ‘Gestapo doughnut stuffer.’ – at which point he shoved the second ticket under the windshield wiper with the first and furiously started scribbling out a third.
The more I abused him the more tickets he wrote.
I really couldn’t have cared less about the tickets, though; I’d come into
town on the bus. And the car had a bumper sticker on it that said, “GOP’s
great ‘06 & ’08.”
Yep, I told my friend’s granddaughter that recreation’s very important for
retired folk. Keep’s ‘e m sharp. The doc told me I was in great shape, too.