We finished up lunch today and Joe said, “Well…I guess I’d better head off to work.”

Dot:  “You don’t work anymore, Joe.”

Joe:  “What do you mean I don’t work anymore?”

Dot:  “You’re retired.”

Joe was defiant:  “Retired?  I’m not retired!”

Dot:  “Oh yes you are.  You’re 92 years old!  That’s too old to work.”


Joe:  “Well maybe you’re too old, but I’m not!”

Dot:  “We’re both too old.”

Joe:  “Well, you can do what you want, but I’m going to work.”

Dot:  “What kind of work are you gonna do?”

Jo:  “You know…The usual.”

Dot:  “So you’re going to sit on the couch and read the newspaper?”

Joe:  “Is that my usual?”

Dot:  “Yeah.  You sit around the house and nap off and on while these young girls wait on you.”

Joe:  “Well that sounds pretty good.  Guess I’d better get to it…”

Social Security.

Dot was reading the paper and saw a headline that concerned her.

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?”

I nodded.

“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!”