A bunch of old Texas women were sitting around a table at the retirement folks home comparing ailments.
“My hands used to be so beautiful,” one said, surveying her hand. “Look at them now. They’re so arthritic I can hardly hold this cup of coffee.”
The next shrugged. “I can’t drink coffee anymore because it makes my blood pressure go through the roof.”
“I can top that.” said the fourth. “Three lasik surgeries and I still can’t see if I’ve put cream in my coffee.”
“That’s nothing. My bladder is so weak, I can’t drink more than a cup without needing to go to the bathroom,” groaned another.
“I forget where I am and where I’m going.” exclaimed another.
“I think I’m a bit senile.”Another giggled.
“Me too,” a bunch said.
“What? Speak up! I swear I don’t know why everyone has to mumble,” grumbled another.
The old lady at the end of the table, pushed back her chair and said, “Well, I guess that’s the price we pay for getting old.”
The others nodded in agreement.
“Well, count your blessings,” the first woman said. “At least we can all still drive.”
Yes… It’s a Classic!
Author Unknown
