She read it out loud to me: “Social Security Funds to Run Out…Oh no! That’s terrible!” she hollered, and then she asked me to read the small print for her.
“Social Security is projected to run out in 2033…” I read aloud.
Dot: “Oh, 2033 you say?”
“Well I’ll be dead by then so I’m not going to worry about it.”
Joe looked at me, giggled and said, “Sorry about your luck!”