The golden years

[bigmark1954]

A WIFE'S STORY ON HER LOST
KEYS

After a meeting several days ago, I couldn't
find my keys. I quickly gave myself a personal "TSA Pat
Down".

They weren't in my
pockets. Suddenly I realized I must have left them in the car.
Frantically, I headed for the parking lot. My husband
has scolded me many times for leaving my keys in the car's
ignition.
He's afraid that the car
could be stolen. As I looked around the parking lot, I
realized he was right.
The parking lot was empty. I immediately
called the police. I gave them my location, confessed that I had
left my keys in the car, and that it had been stolen.
Then I made the most
difficult call of all to my husband: "I left my keys in the car
and it's been
stolen."
There was a moment of silence. I thought the
call had been disconnected, but then I heard his voice.

"Are you kidding me?"
he barked, "I
dropped you off!"
Now it was my turn to be silent.
Embarrassed, I said, "Well, come and get me."

He retorted, "I will, as soon as I
convince this cop that I didn't steal your car!"

Welcome to the golden
years..............

 

[davbo49]

i guess i started my golden years when i was younger lol. i lost my car. the whole weekend i was looking for it. it was like, dude where's my car. the thing was i should of stopped drinking and when home. that's where the car was....

i imagine you wife has a lot on her mind. i seen jane is like that any more.

 

[affected]

cute joke but LOVED the photo!

 

[4tloml]

LOL! JOY Ride!

 

[vickim]

My "golden" years are more like lead....where did they get the name "golden"

Ethel was a bit of a demon in her wheelchair and loved to charge around the nursing home, taking corners on one wheel and getting up to maximum speed on the long corridors. Because the poor dear was several sandwiches short of a picnic, the other residents tolerated her eccentric behavior, and some of them even joined in the fun.

One day Ethel was speeding along one of the corridors when a man stepped out of one of the doorways with his arm outstretched: "Stop!" he said firmly. "Have you got a license for that thing?" Ethel fished around in her handbag and pulled out a Kit-Kat wrapper, which she handed to him with a big smile. "OK," he said, and off she went again.

Taking the corner by the TV lounge on one wheel as usual, she found another man standing in the corridor in front of her. "Stop!" he said firmly, "Have you got a valid registration for that vehicle, madam?" Ethel dug into her handbag again and came up with a well-used beermat, which she presented for inspection. Whereupon she was sent on her way once more.

Heading down the last corridor before the front door, a third man stepped out in front of her. He was stark naked, and holding a sizable (use your imagination) in one hand. "Oh, no," cried Ethel, "Not the breathalyzer again!"

 

[djbailey]

you all make me laugh. Thanks, I need a laugh everyday I can get one.