At a nursing home a group of seniors were sitting around talking about all their ailments. When don't they?
"My arms have gotten so weak I can hardly lift this cup to drink," said one.
"Yes, I know," said another. "My cataracts are so bad I can't even see my drink where is it."
"I couldn't even sign my checks for rent today. They are taking an arm and a leg from me, and my hands are so crippled," volunteered a third.
"What? Speak up! What? I can't hear you! said a fourth.
"I can't turn my head because of the arthritis in my neck," said a fifth, to which several nodded weakly in agreement.
"My blood pressure pills make me so dizzy I can hardly walk or do anything!" exclaimed another.
"I forget where I am, and where I'm going," said an elderly gent.
"I guess that's the price we pay for getting old," winced an old man as he slowly shook his head.
The others nodded in agreement.
"Well, count your blessings," said one woman cheerfully, "thank goodness we can all still drive." SCARY!!
I just look at them all and just want to laugh. The conversations that go on during meal time just kills me.
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