A group of senior citizens were exchanging notes about their ailments.
“My arm is so weak I can hardly hold this coffee cup.” “Yes, I know. My cataracts are so bad I can’t see to pour the coffee.” “I can’t turn my head because of the arthritis in my neck.” “My blood pressure pills make my dizzy.” “I guess that’s the price we pay for getting old.”
“Well, it’s not all bad. We should be thankful that we can still drive.”